S.R.T. when I swerve off the lot

Man this shit round my neck

Boy this shit cost a lot

And I'm runnin' up Checks

I ain't chasin no thot

Got my foot on they neck

Why the fuck would I stop

**** thought he got hit with the chop

Hell nah, boy, this shit here a Glock

**** thought it was sweet

I told him it's not

We hit up his spot

then spin round the block with 30 more shots

Double cup, pour a four of the Wock Keisha Bitch tryna stress me Out I'll leave ya

Mama always told me, don't trust no skeezer

And I keep the Glock on my hip like a beeper

I was on the block, servin' J's, no sneakers droppin' hot shit, give the streets a fever

Turn me up

this bitch beating out the speakers

Run it up, run it up till my lil' feet hurt

Real trap **** takin' bows for a feature Whole crew bosses, we don't got a leader

Pour lean in a whole two liter

Hittin' shit like Jeter

Stop callin' me twin, boy, we are not equal steady askin' about folks, you don't see me with no more

Man, fuck them People

Nah, I ain't sparin' no ****

I’ma up my blick every time I see that Bitch

12 get behind this whip with the Glocks in here on God, I'ma leave that bitch

Hit the gas, vroom, won't see my shit

You tweakin' lil' boo, can't be my chick

This a big body Hawk, this is not no Fin' Quick to strike shit, then switch out the VIN

Got so many opps, still standing on ten

Got so many Glocks, got so many gens

Only my brothers ain't got no friends

Took too many losses, now I'm tryna win

Kick door, run in yo' shit, me and Twin

Free all my brothers, lock down in that pen

Free all my dawgs locked down, they bangin' that knife

Slice a **** from his ear to his chin

That back door closed, I can't let em’ in watch your circle, hate come from within

Oh, you think you tough?

come step in the den

Ain't nothin' but certified killers in here

If you ain't never walk down somethin' with that motherfuckin' heat

Then boy what you doin' in here?

And if you ain't never hop out the V and get on feet

then it don't count as a kill

S.R.T. when I swerve off the lot

Man this shit round my neck

Boy this shit cost a lot

And I'm runnin' up Checks

I ain't chasin no thot

Got my foot on they neck

Why the fuck would I stop

**** thought he got hit with the chop

Hell nah, boy, this shit here a Glock

**** thought it was sweet

I told him it's not

We hit up his spot

then spin round the block with 30 more shots