SRT lyrics

[Intro]
(Al Geno on the motherf*ckin' track)

[Chorus]
Yeah, every n*gga wanna be a motherf*ckin' boss, yeah
I ain't been to church, but I know how to play the cross, yeah
Every young n*gga in my city having motion
I'm ready to elude, can you tell me where the folks went?
SRT truck, pipe it up
She ain't got no swag, I spice her up
Put ice on her like hockey puck
sh*t gon' go bad, don't try your luck
I lost a down and spiked my cup
I lost a b*tch and found the plug
These n*ggas can't get no stripes off us
These n*ggas can't take no pipes off us (Can't take no guns off me)

[Verse 1]
I don't care if you ain't hit nothin', long as you got out shootin' (Long as you got out bustin')
I don't carе if they got the dope and thе money, if you ain't tell, you're cool
I had to sell my shoes (Sell my shoes)
I used to fail in school (I used to fail, you know)
I'm tryna milk the ho (I'm tryna milk these b*tches)
They tryna spoil the mood (Won't spoil this sh*t)
My dawg, he got caught servin' undercovers (Yeah, yeah)
I wish before he made them plays, he would've audibled (Yeah, yeah)
Cartier, Dior, this ain't cashmere
I don't even know her, but she say I f*cked her last year, hey
This year, and I put it in fast gear
I been the one, I seen a n*gga get murked playin' both sides
I been the one, .38 a Hellcat, sh*t was Scatpack
Twenty-one, just hit for 10K, I was playing blackjack (Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack)
[Chorus]
Every n*gga wanna be a motherf*ckin' boss, yeah
I ain't been to church, but I know how to play the cross, yeah
Every young n*gga in my city having motion
I'm ready to elude, can you tell me where the folks went?
SRT truck, pipe it up
She ain't got no swag, I spice her up
Put ice on her like hockey puck
sh*t gon' go bad, don't try your luck
I lost a down and spiked my cup
I lost a b*tch and found the plug
These n*ggas can't get no stripes off us
These n*ggas can't take no pipes off us (Can't take no guns off me)

[Verse 2]
I know some hoes who take care of n*ggas
I know some hoes who ride with they pistols
Told her my size 'cause she was a stealer
I put some boosters inside of a Triller
Can't trust my homies, them n*ggas some killers
sh*t get humongous, they cool, they grow bigger
5.56 in the Kel-Tec (In the Kel-Tec)
I walk on sh*t just like I'm T-Rex
This ho hood, but she arrogant, hey
Her mouth'll make you marry her
I don't care if it's illegal, I'm still gon' carry it
Ayy, them n*ggas broke, sh*t embarrassing
She from the 'Nolia, the ho got accent
Got n*ggas in jail who gettin' the packs in
I know young strikers, I know young strikers, I know young strikers
All we shoot is dices (Yeah, yeah)
All we shoot is rifles
[Chorus]
Yeah, every n*gga wanna be a motherf*ckin' boss, yeah
I ain't been to church, but I know how to play the cross, yeah
Every young n*gga in my city having motion
I'm ready to elude, can you tell me where the folks went?
SRT truck, pipe it up
She ain't got no swag, I spice her up
Put ice on her like hockey puck
sh*t gon' go bad, don't try your luck
I lost a down and spiked my cup
I lost a b*tch and found the plug
These n*ggas can't get no stripes off us
These n*ggas can't take no pipes off us (Can't take no guns off me)