[Intro]

(332)

(Cullen)

[Chorus]

In a SRT-8, it go vroom

She gon' give me face in the room

See me somewhere, know I got my tool

Pour a four in Big Blue, it was Azúl

SRT-8 scratch off, it's gon' do the fool

It get to heatin' up, she drink me up like soup

Extort me an opp nigga like I need 'em sued

All my hoes in clothes and robes, them shits be new

[Verse]

Play the bitch like I don't need her no more

He got checked off, you can't see em' no more

Face shot, Dart Gang

He ain't breathin' no more

See that boy and spark at him, I ain't trying to see 'em no more

I don't think I need 'em no more

I think I got tired of him

I get cocky, I get a lil' pissed

My bitch say she ain't hearin' my shit

Double digits go on the glick

I rock Gucci, but I want Hermes

Nigga gon' talk out his neck

We get the drop, burn 'em

All my niggas for certain

I know they shootin' for certain

Caught an opp, what's the word?

Top Kid shooters lurkin'

We get em' cooked, furnace

We 'em fried, Church's

Bro finna get his location then he doomed

[Chorus]

In a SRT-8, it go vroom

She gon' give me face in the room

See me somewhere, know I got my tool

Pour a four in Big Blue, it was Azúl

SRT-8 scratch off, its gon' do the fool

It get to heatin' up, she drink me up like soup

Extort me an opp nigga like I need 'em sued

All my hoes in clothes and robes, them shits be new