SRT

Swe, Swe

Yea! (Uh)

WEH, WEH

HA-HA (treetime)

Whoo, Whoo!

(Whistle, whistle, whistle)

Pah pah fuh yuh

Ridin' round with the Glock and the beam in the SRT
Pullin' all up to the scene finne spray and leave
If the bitch gon snitch, can't have her ass on my team
I was trappin' flippin' the pac, got a bag at 16
I'm not associated with no gang, yeah it's just me
And I don't even wanna talk if it ain't about the green
They call me a young drug addict, feel like Charlie Sheen
(Charlie Sheen)
And it was when Quarantine first started, chose to pop a bean

So I popped a bean
And fell in love lowkey
Turned into a feen
Late night we cruise the scene (Inhale, blow)
High up as can be
Addy 30s so I can't sleep (yuh)
4 up in the 20 life feelin' just like a dream (yuh)
Can't tell if this is real life or a fantasy (or not)
And if I know one thing for sure, you can't compete (Uh huh)
Everyday a money hunt stackin' racks abundantly
Haters stalk my every move they a bit obsessed with me
Got a bag before the fame God gave me the key to the recipe
Now all these bad hoes in my DM sayin' they want that dick from me
But they just want my cheese so after I hit bitch you gotta leave
(gotta leave)
A gold diggin bitch is my pet peeve
I only like when they on their knees

Ridin' round with the Glock and the beam in the SRT (Pah!)
Pullin' all up to the scene finne spray and leave (Boom!)
If the bitch gon snitch, can't have her ass on my team (Can't)
I was trappin' flippin' the pac, got a bag at 16 (Uh huh)
I'm not associated with no gang, yeah it's just me (Uh huh)
And I don't even wanna talk if it ain't about the green (I don't)
They call me a young drug addict, feel like Charlie Sheen
(Like Charlie Sheen)
And it was when Quarantine first started, chose to pop a bean (Yuhh)