SRT Lyrics

Stomach pains throwing up the gang

SRT got me switching lanes

Blue tips cock it back and aim

Twin Glocks they don't look the same

He might pull it out and aim but won't let it bang

You let her treat you like a lame she gon' fuck the gang

Catch me steppin with the gang feel like major Payne

We gon' let them choppers rain

(Yeah uh) Hitting my phone with some urgency damn

Pulling up it's an emergency damn

I'm in her stomach like surgery red bottoms that's a murder scene

Stealing my style that's a burglary what you mean that you ain't heard of me?

Back then little shawty was curving me

Now she wanna come and flirt with me

What you know about standing in the house with the power out

Stayed at granny's house momma kicked me out

I was on that couch found a different route pockets in a drought

Pull them pistols out hit his cap and gown break him down

Beefing bout a bitch well I'm beefing bout them bands

If he want a war we turn this shit to Pakistan

Got a hundred million dollars Ima spend it on my momma

You the type of nigga that's gon' spend it on some Prada

Can't relate to these niggas catch a stray with these niggas

Man I keep it too real just to fake with these niggas

And I fixed my own plate I ain't ate with these niggas

I ain't gang gang gang gang gang with these niggas

Stomach pains throwing up the gang

SRT got me switching lanes

Blue tips cock it back and aim

Twin Glocks they don't look the same

He might pull it out and aim but won't let it bang

You let her treat you like a lame she gon' fuck the gang

Catch me steppin with the gang feel like major Payne

We gon' let them choppers rain