SRT

(Put the music back on)
Turnin' up I'm in the parking lot
I'm all shot with the gang
Tinted windows in the whip
The SRT I let it sang
Bought a deuce from my lil' homie
Fell asleep he can't even hang
Two glocks on my hip
If you touch me, the homie let it spray
Down to slide
Talkin' out your ass
My homies down to ride
Talkin' like you gangsta
Tell me homie, is you down to die
Shit do hit the fan
The feds get in
Would you be down to lie
Thought you was 100 then you fold
That shit gon' make me cry
10s 20s 50s 100s
They be in my pocket, nigga
Remember when I was down
Had no bag, now my pockets bigger
He say he want smoke
But he ain't 'bout it
You don't want it nigga
I make him insecure
These bitches love me 'cause I'm poppin' nigga
I don't sip no liquor
If you see me, I be pourin' up
But I do like me some henny
Take some shots, I'm goin' up
Got these people shakin' when they see me
Think I'm blowin' up
I be trippin' off all types of drugs
They got me throwin' up
I done got it out the mud
So I ain't do no EDD
My nigga trippin' off a xan
He need to chill like CBD
This is so easy
I don't even gotta try like ABC
Money fallin' out my pocket
And all the feds be watchin' me
I got no heart
Boy you funny
Talking 'bout you makin' money
I be sleeping on these niggas
Got some wocky in my stummy
If I lost everything I had
Would you still tell me that you loved me
Would you love the jeweler
Lose the karats
I ain't talking 'bout no bunny