Srt (Remastered) lyrics

[Intro]
sh*t
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]
Young n*gga, kickin' sh*t
You n*ggas ain't talkin' bout sh*t
I know she a bad b*tch
Had to kick her out my mattress
We know it get tragic
pus*y boy you a faggot
I hang with them n*ggas in the field, ain't no lackin'
Woah, woah, SRT
Woah, woah, b*tch I'm speed
Keep a glick on my side, in case they tryna to take me
Yeah, take me, b*tch, I'm close casing
She like Prada, but her boyfriend shop at Macy's

[Verse]
Lil n*gga play, then I'm uppin' the Beam
How the f*ck you hate a n*gga that sing?
Shout out my momma, know she proud of me
Number (N)ine all up on a n*gga tee
Uppin' that choppa, make a n*gga freeze
I can not f*ck lil' shawty, she a skeeze
I can not f*ck lil' shawty, she got too many friends in that hoe, I ain't spillin' the tea
Tell me hoe why you need mе?
b*tch, I bleed for the f*ckin' team
I might wipe a n*gga out, just likе snot after he f*ckin' sneeze
She wanna f*ck with me, huh, b*tch, I told a hoe please
I don't want yo body, unless, it's shaped like a benji
b*tch I up that shotty, then I leave that n*gga missing'
You done did that damage, it's too late for all that fixin'
Bags a piling, ball' look like Scottie
With them slimes like Lil Gotit
If I slide n*ggas dyin'
Keep a condom in my pocket case I found out she got mileage
It get real in that field, huh, we gon' see who 'bout it
What you gon' do 'bout it? You gon' tell who 'bout it?
We drop down on your crew body
We gon' found where that new hiding
[Chorus]
Young n*gga, kickin' sh*t
You n*ggas ain't talkin' bout sh*t
I know she a bad b*tch
Had to kick her out my mattress
We know it get tragic
pus*y boy you a faggot
I hang with them n*ggas in the field, ain't no lackin'
Woah, woah, SRT
Woah, woah, b*tch I'm speed
Keep a glick on my side, in case they tryna to take me
Yeah, take me, b*tch, I'm close casin'
She like Prada, but her boyfriend shop at Macy's