Srt

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You know lil' Marlo, man You know what the fuck goin' on, man Free Lucki, man gang, bitch (yeah) J-J-Justin made this, Justin made this (Yeah) In the SRT, ayy, look yeah, yeah Three deep in the SRT with an ARP Gon' bless our feet 'Till his ass can't breathe gang, gang Gang, ayy, look Three deep in the SRT Two switches and an ARP Hop out, we gon' bless yo' feet Take him down 'till his ass can't breathe Tap switch, leave this bitch on E Leave his brains on the curb, he sleep High speed on the jakes, they sweet And I'm post' on the block, on D, ayy Look, we really be out catch a opp loafin' We gon' push back his scalp Got so many drugs, we'll never see a drought Count a hunnid' bands while yo' Bitch on the couch Goofy nigga talk, put his ass in his mouth And I'm ridin' in this Hemi We gon' show you what it's 'bout Switchin' lanes real fast Wе be flyin' in 'n out Then it's feds, hit thе gas, betta' move Watch out Ayy, look, south gang get T'd Goin' 250, Hellcat, high speed Twelve on my ass, but they can't catch me Catch a nigga outta' bounds Got his homie on D We gon' spin through there again Leave the A out on E Pass me the shrimp that's speakin' on me You know the bitch a bop She just suckin' out the meat Mix the wock' with the Perc Got my brain on tweak Can't hang with the wolves if You actin' like a sheep Long live Marlo, we be slidin' all week They ain't ever outside We ain't playin' hide and seek Niggas ain't really wit' it They just talkin' on tweets Caught a goofy loafin' He was walkin' down the street Switch get to switch Now there's shooter on his feet He ain't get to see a doctor 'cause His heart ain't have a beat Marlo clappers really put shit to sleep Three deep in the SRT Two switches and an ARP Hop out, we gon' bless yo' feet Take him down 'till his ass can't breathe Tap switch, leave this bitch on E Leave his brains on the curb, he sleep High speed on the jakes, they sweet And I'm post' on the block, on D, ayy Look, we really be out catch a opp loafin' We gon' push back his scalp Got so many drugs, we'll never see a drought Count a hunnid' bands while yo' Bitch on the couch Goofy nigga talk, put his ass in his mouth And I'm ridin' in this Hemi We gon' show you what it's 'bout Switchin' lanes real fast We be flyin' in 'n out Then it's feds, hit the gas, betta' move Watch out Ayy, pull up with the TEC on me Can't no nigga try to flex on me Hoppin' out, 50k check on me Poppin' out, AK, we chase on feet Leave a nigga dead, face down in the street It's a cold ass world So be playin' with heat Take him out this world for playin' wit' me 5900, we bang the P We really them niggas, you know All my killas kill killas, you know Wet his house, slide, bitch you know, go go Twenty shots jumpin' out Ten more for his bro We really pull triggas, for more Gun just keep gettin' bigger, for sure Trap stay bussin', work neva' come slow If twelve hit the spot, then I'm out the back door, Ayy Gang known be lit, over T'd I send foe'nem, doin' hit's, ayy You ain't ever sat on the opps shit Catch a nigga lackin' on the Porch wit' his bitch I'on even need no stick, he blitz Send his ass to God like Mel, he sick Headshots for the opps, so I could "RIP" Move out the whip, fast shots, that's it It's a new pack, he weak Can't stay up, 'cause I'm sleep off lean Clutch on my mop, I'ma slide so clean I just stretched a hunnid' opps Hit one in my dreams Ayy, don't try to hide, he seen Glock hit opps, my blick so mean Let the bitch ride, I'ma let the bitch sing I'ma line his ass up, put his ass on beam Gang j-J-Justin made this, Justin made this