Song Lyrics

Uh, yeah, yeah, go
Might get talked about, but I don't get touched (nope)
Gotta keep it in their face, they don't take much (ho)
I'm the boss, I'll never take a pay cut (never)
Roll over, give her dick on the wake up (uhh)
Crystal, 1K for the shape up (chopped)
These niggas tryna count my pockets
Back to back with it, I keep on coppin'
2020 buy the red seats, Lil Yachty (inside)
I put her on freeze, she wait for my call
I'm takin' her down when this pill dissolve (yep)
Statue of liberty, standin' there tall (ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
I'm chasin' her down, she run up the wall
I'm smokin' boutique, the flavors unique
Four-hundred a juice, a hundred a quarter (seven)
Shoppin' online, next day get the order
Chanel, her stroller, my one year-old daughter
A space ship, thought they seen't it (work)
Whole time, this a 'Ghini
Whole time, I was fuckin' on her
Tellin' her I love her but didn't really mean it (damn)
Showed them folks my setup live, black in line, Frankenstein
Sticky on me, porcupine
Out of sight, out of mind (gone)
I cannot apologize (nope)
Whack 'em and upload, happy vibes (brrt)

Ayy, lil' bitch ain't wanna f*ck until she knew that I was me
Torch on serve, the bag declared, you gon' die 'bout DVV (brrt)
Pussy play, you gon' get fucked, we sucker free, so ain't shit sweet
Don't put no K behind that, C1 to the face, you did see Jesus (brrt, brrt)
Had to whack his ass regardless, give a f*ck about no payment
Think we played, I'll stomp the yard, we steady steppin' on the daily
Twenty-thousand in these pockets, these Amiris hold an eight in
And I just left Toronto, smokin' dope, kickin' shit with T-Daily (facts)
Did a favor and let you life, after you went and wrote a statement (shit crazy)
I was lazy, I just cut you off, blocked you on all my pages (shit crazy)
Cost my young nigga, his freedom, got him scufflin' in them cages (free)
Say your mamma made you snitch but you the one who signed them pages
Man, f*ck that shit, they mad we made it
No hand out, we got up off our last, we had to go and take it
Seen too much, mask up, we apein'
Oakland bitch suckin' my dick, she said she cheerlead for the Raiders
Burnt the head off, then I skated, had to snatch off in the shaker
We run through weed by the acres, take care of the block, pay the neighbors
Big ass box under this chopper, we ain't come to hook up cable
Me and Thirty ran through ninety-thousand way before a label
He can ask me for a body, no hesitatin', I'ma pay him (brrt)
I got faith in my high speed chase, behind this SRT
Thick lil' bitch in my back seat, she tryna set some up for me
Four deep, slimed out, in this Lamb' truck with three choppers a piece
Three-seventy-five, shots was fired, you know we slime for BGE
Brrt

Dedrevian Mcdonald, Demario White, Lontrell Williams Jr., Rodney White

The duration of SRT is 2:37 minutes and seconds.