SRT lyrics
by Lil Mosey
[Intro]
Alright
Hey! (Hey)
Geeked, hop in a SRT wit' the racks on me
I’m sleep, he was tryna f*ck that b*tch but she tryna f*ck me
(Arjun made it wavy!)
Oh, the beat ain't even start yet
Let's go (Let’s go)
[Chorus]
Geeked (Geeked), hop in a SRT wit' the racks on me (Skrrt)
Sleep (Sleep), he was tryna f*ck that b*tch, but she tryna f*ck me (What)
Beef (Bah), pull up with poles, then we gon' air out the street (Grrah)
I (I) straight out the bank, that's why these racks so neat (Phrrt)
[Verse]
I ain't been home in a while (While), tryna run these bands for miles (Bands)
Watch how this sh*t goes down (Down), after it went in the sky (Sky)
Yeah my pants is blue, that don't mean this ain't off-white (Off)
Kick her out my room, after I f*cked her tonight (b*tch)
Only f*ck bad hoes, I got a preference (Preference), watch that big ass move (Ooh)
Stop blowin' up my phone, shorty, damn, I’m coming soon (Real)
If they blowin’ up the trap house, get four of 'em out the room (Phew)
And I’m so high now (High), like I'm on the moon (Moon)
Diamonds cost fifty a piece (Piece), got a whole f*cking house on me (Oh yeah)
Swear to God I'm money crazy (Hah), made a whole hundred bands everyday of this week (Wow, wow)
Designer I love it, ooh (Ooh)
Designer I love it, wow (Wow)
Like, what else you here for? Pick the money off the ground
(b*tch)
She like to f*ck with the lights on (Lights on), she like to see the chain glisten' (Glis’)
Play wit' me, I'm the wrong one, 'cause all my n*ggas on one (Boom)
Where the f*ck we gon' go? (Go)
Slide in a Hellcat down the road (Vroom), damn, it's like three or four (Four)
f*ck it, let's hit some hoes (Hoes)
[Chorus]
Geeked (Geeked), hop in a SRT wit' the racks on me (Skrrt)
Sleep (Sleep), he was tryna f*ck that b*tch, but she tryna f*ck me (What)
Beef (Bah), pull up with poles, then we gon' air out the street (Grrah)
I (I) straight out the bank, that's why these racks so neat (Phrrt)
Geeked (Geeked), hop in a SRT wit' the racks on me (Skrrt)
Sleep (Sleep), he was tryna f*ck that b*tch, but she tryna f*ck me (What)
Beef (Bah), pull up with poles, then we gon' air out the street (Grrah)
I (I) straight out the bank, that's why these racks so neat (Phrrt)
[Open Verse]