SRT

I'm in a boat, hop up in the whip and now i'm in that ghost

Butterfly, you can see that bitch when you open the door

Nigga pressed about a bitch and he mad I took his hoe

Line them bodies up, I'm finna pick him off, go down the row

And I ain't even catch it my nigga gio up on the beat

We dropping bodies back to back and put them tags up on they feet

And I don't play for Miami, a nigga really packing heat

And I ain't in the mood, nigga, gone pull up and hit delete

Police try to get the car, push the Glock under the seat

I got a fully AR, aim that bitch at your teeth