Street Tales lyrics
by King Von
[Chorus: King Von]
Ridin’ in this SRT, this a hell ride
b*tch, we spinnin’ every night, it’s a drill time
Ridin’ in this SRT, this a hell ride
Hollow tips gon’ send his ass to meet the real sky
[Verse 1: King Von]
Ayy, b*tch, I’m really active, I don’t do no f*ckin’ cappin’
Caught his ass lackin’, now his face up on a jacket
f*ck your block, we clappin’, automatic, sh*t get tragic
Draco with the fifty, turn his Honda to a casket
b*tch, I’m ruthless, f*ck the law, we ride with tools, b*tch
Bullets hit his body, make him dance, just like some music
n*gga, what you claim? Talkin’ tough, but you ain't do sh*t
Run inside his crib, knock his brains off with the pool stick
On gang, we step on n*ggas, put his homie in the dirt
He was talkin’ out his neck, now his face up on a shirt
Ayy, b*tch, I’m from the trenches, where they really love to lurk
If my opps out on that block, best believe we spin it first
[Chorus: King Von]
Ridin’ in this SRT, this a hell ride
b*tch, we spinnin’ every night, it’s a drill time
Ridin’ in this SRT, this a hell ride
Hollow tips gon’ send his ass to meet the real sky
[Verse 2: Big Slade]
b*tch, we known for slidin’, don’t get caught up in that fire
AR with a drum, this sh*t bigger than LeBron
Catch his stupid ass, put that beam up on his spine
And we don’t do no drive-bys, we hop out and get ‘em lined
Ayy, murder what I speak, every bar, b*tch, this sh*t facts
We don’t do no clickin’ up, f*ck your gang and where you at
b*tch, this Draco got some power, turn his body to a pack
You ain't never did no drill, so why the f*ck you tryna rap?
b*tch, my Glock got switches, f*ck his b*tch, then leave no witness
If I up it, then I’m hittin’, paramedics come and get him
n*gga, this the trenches, where your partner turn to victim
You can try to duck and run, but these hollows, they gon’ kiss him
[Chorus: King Von]
Ridin’ in this SRT, this a hell ride
b*tch, we spinnin’ every night, it’s a drill time
Ridin’ in this SRT, this a hell ride
Hollow tips gon’ send his ass to meet the real sky
[Outro: Big Slade & King Von]
n*ggas talkin’ reckless ‘til they face up on the news
They was claimin’ they was steppers, now they in a suit
f*ck them n*ggas, f*ck they set, we sendin’ shots, don’t play it cool
Every opp that tried to test us, best believe they made the news—on gang!