Srt

Stomach pains throwing up the gang
SRT got me switching lanes
Blue tips cock it back and aim
Twin Glocks they don't look the same
He might pull it out and aim but won't let it bang
You let her treat you like a lame she gon' fuck the gang
Catch me steppin with the gang feel like major Payne
We gon' let them choppers rain

(Yeah uh) Hitting my phone with some urgency damn
Pulling up it's an emergency damn
I'm in her stomach like surgery red bottoms that's a murder scene
Stealing my style that's a burglary what you mean that you ain't heard of me?
Back then little shawty was curving me
Now she wanna come and flirt with me
What you know about standing in the house with the power out
Stayed at granny's house momma kicked me out
I was on that couch found a different route pockets in a drought
Pull them pistols out hit his cap and gown break him down
Beefing bout a bitch well I'm beefing bout them bands
If he want a war we turn this shit to Pakistan
Got a hundred million dollars Ima spend it on my momma
You the type of nigga that's gon' spend it on some Prada
Can't relate to these niggas catch a stray with these niggas
Man I keep it too real just to fake with these niggas
And I fixed my own plate I ain't ate with these niggas
I ain't gang gang gang gang gang with these niggas

Stomach pains throwing up the gang
SRT got me switching lanes
Blue tips cock it back and aim
Twin Glocks they don't look the same
He might pull it out and aim but won't let it bang
You let her treat you like a lame she gon' fuck the gang
Catch me steppin with the gang feel like major Payne
We gon' let them choppers rain



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Writer(s): Darin Norwood
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