SRT Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

RA

Yeah, demons keep on chasin' me

They can't even catch up to me

I know that shit make believe

Ran them racks up on my lonely

I know that they hate on me

Dodgin' cases, felonies

Cock it back and let it squeeze

Lit up like a Christmas tree

Lil bih got me missin' sleep

Tryna suck me out my draws and get all of me

Where I been at in some jaws she don't use no teeth

Told that bitch, I'm really raw

She told me, drop a beat

Drop down on your fuckin' knees naw, for real, I'm 17

I ain't talkin' bout no Glocks

Bitch I ain't Pistol Pete

I ain't future, I ain't Durk and I ain't pushin P

Stand up just like a boss I'm on my own feet

Don't act like you fuck with me

Yeah

Demons keep on chasin' me

They can't even catch up to me

I know that shit make believe

Ran them racks up on my lonely

I know that they hate on me

Dodgin' cases, felonies

Cock it back and let it squeeze

Lit up like a Christmas tree

Don't act like you fuck with RA

Where I been at

I been busy on my fuckin' job

Askin' questions like the police, you the fuckin' law

Told you I ain't kill him, I'm probably gon' break his jaw

Have him drinkin' through a straw cut that nigga water off

Not to mention, they got juice sittin' In a fuckin' box

Me and ghost did so much shit, nowadays we barely talk

And me and check ain't always round, but that's my fuckin' heart

My brother from the fuckin' start

Demons keep on chasin' me

They can't even catch up to me

I know that shit make believe

Ran them racks up on my lonely

I know that they hate on me

Dodgin' Cases, felonies

Cock it back and let it squeeze

Lit up like a Christmas tree