SRT
I'm talkin' 'bout, there it go right there, okay
(Xay on the track, run that shit up)
All this ice on, I feel like Mr. T (what else?)
Fucked up the Hellcat and then the SRT
I'm young, wild, reckless, and handsome, you see? (Don't you see me, baby?)
I just flew to Baltimore, flew that bitch back to the streets (uh, uh, uh)
I be high as hell off dead niggas, so sometimes I tweak (I do)
I just fucked a cougar bitch, a housewife, call her Nene Leakes (oh, oh)
But she want to be mines, I want to be free (I want to be free)
I'm a mutt, baby, so just let me be (let me be)
Okay, for sure, for sure, we leave niggas on a T (no bap)
Ayy, I got hit up, they thought it was a RIP, no bap
Came back from the dead (I did), I rose when I sleep
Fuck, yuh
Hoppin' out this bitch, my Glock, it's gon' tweak (my G-lock)
You dig? Fuck that, split his wig (wig)
What happened, kid? They say karma is bitch
I didn't know, that's the way we roll (come on), but that's how it go
Walk up-on him, switch that bitch
Hit him in the head, make 'em a ghost
Slime slatt a nigga out, soon as he say it, I already know
Fuck that, yeah, I get cut-throat
I show you what to do with one of those
Put a shh on the back of that bitch
Watch it shoot like "Oh"
Hop out this bitch, let it blow
This bitch right here scream like (what else?)
Ugh, scream like "Ugh, ugh"
Mariah, but that bitch like Carey (what?)
I'm ridin' with my drum, no Nick Cannon, don't get buried
Havin' motion, fuck a tight end
Fought for my life, I kill from fightin'
Beat the pussy up, it's bitin' (what?)
She got that grip, what I'm likin' (oh, yeah)
Execute 'em for a check, execute 'em for the jwet
Spin his block and hop out on his bitch ass, bullets eat his flesh
Oh, they listen to the rumors (oh), bullets in his head like a brain tumor (brain tumor)
Oh, I heard they caught his main shooter (main shooter)
That hot shit went right through 'em
Go (go)
Go
Go
Go (fuck that nigga)
Go
Go (back the fuck up)
Go
Go, go, go, go, go
Go (chi), go
Go (chi), go (chi)
Go (chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, back the fuck up)
All this ice on I feel like Mr. T (what else?)
Fucked up the Hellcat and then the SRT
I'm young, wild, reckless, and handsome, you see? (Don't you see me, baby?)
I just flew to Baltimore, flew that bitch back to the streets (uh, uh, uh)
(Xay on the track, run that shit up)
All this ice on, I feel like Mr. T (what else?)
Fucked up the Hellcat and then the SRT
I'm young, wild, reckless, and handsome, you see? (Don't you see me, baby?)
I just flew to Baltimore, flew that bitch back to the streets (uh, uh, uh)
I be high as hell off dead niggas, so sometimes I tweak (I do)
I just fucked a cougar bitch, a housewife, call her Nene Leakes (oh, oh)
But she want to be mines, I want to be free (I want to be free)
I'm a mutt, baby, so just let me be (let me be)
Okay, for sure, for sure, we leave niggas on a T (no bap)
Ayy, I got hit up, they thought it was a RIP, no bap
Came back from the dead (I did), I rose when I sleep
Fuck, yuh
Hoppin' out this bitch, my Glock, it's gon' tweak (my G-lock)
You dig? Fuck that, split his wig (wig)
What happened, kid? They say karma is bitch
I didn't know, that's the way we roll (come on), but that's how it go
Walk up-on him, switch that bitch
Hit him in the head, make 'em a ghost
Slime slatt a nigga out, soon as he say it, I already know
Fuck that, yeah, I get cut-throat
I show you what to do with one of those
Put a shh on the back of that bitch
Watch it shoot like "Oh"
Hop out this bitch, let it blow
This bitch right here scream like (what else?)
Ugh, scream like "Ugh, ugh"
Mariah, but that bitch like Carey (what?)
I'm ridin' with my drum, no Nick Cannon, don't get buried
Havin' motion, fuck a tight end
Fought for my life, I kill from fightin'
Beat the pussy up, it's bitin' (what?)
She got that grip, what I'm likin' (oh, yeah)
Execute 'em for a check, execute 'em for the jwet
Spin his block and hop out on his bitch ass, bullets eat his flesh
Oh, they listen to the rumors (oh), bullets in his head like a brain tumor (brain tumor)
Oh, I heard they caught his main shooter (main shooter)
That hot shit went right through 'em
Go (go)
Go
Go
Go (fuck that nigga)
Go
Go (back the fuck up)
Go
Go, go, go, go, go
Go (chi), go
Go (chi), go (chi)
Go (chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, back the fuck up)
All this ice on I feel like Mr. T (what else?)
Fucked up the Hellcat and then the SRT
I'm young, wild, reckless, and handsome, you see? (Don't you see me, baby?)
I just flew to Baltimore, flew that bitch back to the streets (uh, uh, uh)
Credits
Writer(s): Nehemiah Harden, Xavier Summons
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