Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SRT , by - Rylo Rodriguez. Release date: 26.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SRT |
| 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 shooter |
| I don’t care if they got the dope 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 ho, they tryna spoil the mood |
| My dawg, he got caught, seen the 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 ten K, 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 ho 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 ho 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) |