SRT

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Xelly] Ayy, Terk Yeah Sparkheem Uh, Lil Xrr Bitch Uh, uh (Xrrtified), ayy [Chorus: Lil Xelly] Riding SRT, hear the engine humming Talking money, better get you something Trap nigga, I'ma get it bumping Wack nigga, you ain't gettin' nothing I did this my own, you best not ask a favor I come from Parkway, I was serving my neighbors He don't want no smoke 'cause that nigga on papers He don't got no work, he do manual labor [Verse 1: Lil Xelly] Uh, hit the block, I'ma shake it Me and Gray up like elevator You're born a giver or a taker Clip to his head, give him a taper [Verse 2: Lil Gray] The millis coming, bitch, I taste it The Louis nothing, shit outdated I'm in her tummy, she keep cumming Get her numbers, back the money The way I kill 'em, bitch, I'm sadistic There's hundreds near me, bitch, I'ma get it Raise the tickets, run up the digits 20K a day right out the Civic [Verse 3: Lil Xelly] These niggas sweet, act like it's Disney Sell out the trunk like my name Risky I'm drinking lean, this ain't no whiskey I'm smoking loud like can you hear me? It's Lil Xel, I pull up in a hemi You cannot compare 'cause you niggas is skinny My pockets pushed out like I'm working at Dennys He get carried out like the back of the Kennys Don't fuck with a mouse and don't fuck with a Mickey Bitch, I want the mouth, you can save all the hickeys Out the window, hang out, do a nigga like Ricky You in or you out, nigga? Cannot be picky [Chorus: Lil Xelly] Riding SRT, hear the engine humming Talking money, better get you something Trap nigga, I'ma get it bumping Wack nigga, you ain't gettin' nothing I did this my own, you best not ask a favor I come from Parkway, I was serving my neighbors He don't want no smoke 'cause that nigga on papers He don't got no work, he do manual labor [Verse 4: Lil Gray] Bring light to the dark when I'm flashing the laser Got my bro back like he rockin' a blazer Her pussy trash, you the type to go pay her Use the pen like a sword, now they callin' me slayer He be shooting up parties but aim at the air I just freestyled these bars so I'm makin' it fair Your boyfriend, he broke, I could drop and repair He a bitch and he slow so I know that he scared Do numbers like calculus, fluent in math Serve gallons of fluid, could give you a bath He don't know I do this, we'll give him a pass Spit flames on the track and they follow the path [Verse 5: Lil Xelly] We pull up on that boy, put him out just like ash Play with me and Gray name, boy, he finna get trashed See I get the cheese like it's cash Have my young niggas come up out the city and crash [Outro: Lil Xelly] Uh, talking money, better get you something (Get you something I'ma get it bumping) Wack nigga, you ain't getting nothing (Bitch, bitch) I come from Parkway, I was serving my neighbors He don't want no smoke 'cause that nigga on papers He don't got no work, he do manual labor (Manual labor) Ayy, Terk Sparkheem