SRT

Al Geno on the motherfuckin' track Yeah, every nigga wanna be a motherfucking boss, yeah I ain't been to church but I know how to play the cross, yeah Every young nigga 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 dime and spiked my cup I lost a bitch and found the plug These niggas can't get no strains off us These niggas can't take no pipes off us (can't take no guns off of me) I don't care if you ain't hitting as long as you got a shootеr I don't care if they got the dopе And the money, you ain't tell you cool I had to sell the shoes I used to fail in school I'm tryna milk the hoe, they tryna spoil the mood My dawg, he got caught, serving undercovers I went before he made them plays, he with a audible Cartier, Dior, this ain't Cashmere I don't even know her but she say I fucked her last year This year, and I put it in fast gear I been the one, I seen a nigga playing both sides I been the one, .38 a Hellcat, shit was scatpack Twenty-one, just hit for 10K I was playing blackjack (blackjack, blackjack, blackjack) Yeah, every nigga wanna be a motherfucking boss, yeah I ain't been to church but I know how to play the cross, yeah Every young nigga 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 dime and spiked my cup I lost a bitch and found the plug These niggas can't get no strains off us These niggas can't take no pipes off us (can't take no guns off of me) I know some hoes who take care of niggas I know some hoes who ride with they pistols Told her my side 'cause she was a stealer I put some boosters inside of a trailer Can't trust my homies, them niggas some killers Shit get humongous, they cool, it go bigger 5.56 in the Kel-Tec I walk on shit just like I'm T-Rex This hoe hood but she arrogant Her mouth'll make you marry I don't care if it's illegal, I'm still gon' carry it Ayy, them niggas broke, shit embarassing She from the 'Nolia, the hoe got accent Got niggas in jail who getting the packs in I know young strikers, I know young strikers, I know young strikers I was shooting dices I was shooting rifles Yeah, every nigga wanna be a motherfucking boss, yeah I ain't been to church but I know how to play the cross, yeah Every young nigga 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 dime and spiked my cup I lost a bitch and found the plug These niggas can't get no strains off us These niggas can't take no pipes off us (can't take no guns off of me)