SRT Lyrics

Foot on the peddle i swerve in a srt

Y'all niggas can't tell me nothing

I stay the same know a lot of yall niggas done change

But I promise i ain't here for the fronting

Whole lot of sticks on me about a hundred

Whole lot of drums on me get to drumming

Know we don't play

Just know im one phone call away

Make that trap house really get to jumping

I get to shaking shit

A night in miami bacon bitch

I be feeling so so high

Trust me i'm made for this

I Be Feeling So grateful

Thank you for everything i been through

Just clear the way promise i won't change

Gang ties i fuck with you

Shout out my gang 0401 shit

You know how i come when i step through

Pay me some bands

If not i ain't coming

I'm sorry i can't do the walk through

Talking about money let's see how you talking

If I set a price nigga pay me

Don't be mad niggas mad cause a nigga price going crazy

Time to pipe it up man that bag so big

When i walk in the spot

I Just need me like fifty i'm racking up

Put my pride to the side

Man I'm Traumatized From all this Pain ya I done Had Enough

So Much Chains On Me Don't Have Enough

Couple Rings I will Add It Up

So Many Things

So Many Dreams

I Can't Have Enough

Foot On The Peddle I Swerve In A SRT Y'all Niggas Can't Tell Me Nothing

I Stay The Same know A Lot Of Yall Niggas Done Change

But I Promise I Ain't Here For The Fronting

Whole Lot Of Sticks On Me about a Hundred

Whole Lot Of Drums On Me Get To Drumming

Know We Don't Play

Just Know Im One Phone Call Away

Make that Trap House Really Get To Jumping

Yeah you don't want me to win

I chase the bag

I can not stand for none of that minimum wage

Show you when it's good

Show you when it's not

I am not for the fake

Say you full of trust

Why you can't trust me I'm to real for you

I been to real with a lot of niggas

I ain't got no time for them

And I get tired and tired of wishing

No you can't ride with us

Just look at my lifestyle

How i'm different now that my time has come

And I got some mob ties with my niggas

Trust I would die for them

Foot On The Peddle I Swerve In A SRT Y'all Niggas Can't Tell Me Nothing

I Stay The Same know A Lot Of Yall Niggas Done Change

But I Promise I Ain't Here For The Fronting

Whole Lot Of Sticks On Me Bout a Hundred

Whole Lot Of Drums On Me Get To Drumming Know We Don't Play

Just Know Im One Phone Call Away

Make that Trap House Really Get To Jumping