SRT

(Al Geno on the motherfuckin' track)

Yeah, every **** wanna be a motherfuckin' boss, yeah

I ain't been to church, but I know how to play the cross, yeah

Every young **** in my city having motion

I'm ready to elude, can you tell me where the folks went?

SRT truck, pipe it up

She ain't got no swag, I spice her up

Put ice on her like hockey puck

Shit gon' go bad, don't try your luck

I lost a down and spiked my cup

I lost a bitch and found the plug

These **** can't get no stripes off us

These **** can't take no pipes off us

(Take no guns off me)

I don't care if you ain't hit nothin'

Long as you got that shootin' (Long as you get that bustin')

I don't care if they got the dope and the money

They can't take your cool (If you keep the cool)

I had to sell my shoes (Sell my shoes)

I used to fail in school (I used to fail, you know)

I'm tryna milk the hoes (Yeah, milk these bitches)

They tryna spoil the mood (Can't spoil this shit)

My dawg, he got caught servin' undercovers (Yeah, yeah)

I wish before he made them plays, he would've audibled (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, Cartier, hey, Dior, this ain't cashmere (This ain't cashmere)

I don't even know her, but she say I fucked her last year (Hey)

Hey, this year, then I put it in fast gear

I been the one, I seen a **** get murked playin' both sides

I been the one, thought he had a Hellcat, shit was Scatpack

Twenty-one, just hit for 10K, I was playing blackjack

(Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack)

Every **** wanna be a motherfuckin' boss, yeah

I ain't been to church, but I know how to play the cross, yeah

Every young **** in my city having motion

I'm ready to elude, can you tell me where the folks went?

SRT truck, pipe it up

She ain't got no swag, I spice her up

Put ice on her like hockey puck

Shit gon' go bad, don't try your luck

I lost a down and spiked my cup

I lost a bitch and found the plug

These **** can't get no stripes off us

These **** can't take no pipes off us

(Take no guns off me)

I know some hoes who take care of ****

I know some hoes who ride with they pistols

Told her my size 'cause she was a stealer

I put some boosters inside of a triller

Piss off my homies, them **** some killers

Shit get humongous, they cool, they grow bigger, ayy

(Grow large)

5.56 in the Kel-Tec

(In the Kel-Tec)

I walk on shit just like I'm T-Rex

This ho hood, but she arrogant, hey

Her mouth'll make you marry her

I don't care if it's illegal, I'm still gon' carry it

Ayy, them **** broke, shit embarrassing

She from the 'Nolia, the ho got accent

Got **** in jail who gettin' the packs in

I know young strikers, I know young strikers

I know young strikers

All we shoot is dices

(Yeah, yeah)

All we shoot is rifles

Yeah, every **** wanna be a motherfuckin' boss, yeah

I ain't been to church, but I know how to play the cross, yeah

Every young **** in my city having motion

I'm ready to elude, can you tell me where the folks went?

SRT truck, pipe it up

She ain't got no swag, I spice her up

Put ice on her like hockey puck

Shit gon' go bad, don't try your luck

I lost a down and spiked my cup

I lost a bitch and found the plug

These **** can't get no stripes off us

These **** can't take no pipes off us

(Take no guns off me)