SRT lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Ayy (BangThatsh*t)

[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, n*ggas really fans, talk to me like they know me
Foreign shoes, Euro steppin' when I step out like Ginóbili
Man, these Chanels on my feet, I be playin' in the D
I got a crib out in LA in the hills, that's how I sleep
Man, rappin' really easy, the hard part findin' a beat
Man, I be cruisin' down the Mile blowin' loud just like Keesh
A n*gga get me, I'm gon' get his ass right back before I sleep
n*gga, preach
Nine times out of ten I got it on me, never on E
When them boys get behind me, I'm likе a dog, I gotta flea
Man, don't be lookin' at me crazy likе we hoopin', I'ma reach
n*gga, that chopstick hit him, he can't believe it, Teddy P
n*gga, this gon' be my favorite song, my favorite hoes said I did 'em wrong
n*gga, I hate when hoes play hard to get like a 10-to-4
n*gga, I'm rich, the baddest b*tch I hit f*ck all the bros
I told the bros we gon' keep blowin' money fast like Meech was home

[Verse 2: Nuk]
This five— this five hundred grams, that's probably why I keep checkin' my blinds
Only one hitter, I only need one mic just like I'm Nas
I treat n*ggas just like Winnie, n*ggas be so poo inside
Ain't no playin' in my hood 'cause n*ggas know that's suicide
I let the chopper dada rollin', scream I'm at the USI
We gon' die about it, we got mob ties just like Godfather
I feel like I run the world, I be hittin' wondergirls
If n*ggas want that thunder pack, I sell out just like Stunna Girl
Boy, I got that dog that pull up to you just like Uber Eats
That lil'-ass watch, don't think you flexin' with them Jubilees
I be on the opps' ass, I'm knowin' when they do release
My lil' brother want a Drac', a n*gga, he like, "Who is he?"
I like money fights, I tell n*ggas just like, "Stack somethin'"
Your b*tch di*k suck me, I'm the one that have her hat jumpin'
I'm too up for 'em, I don't wanna hear no cap from 'em
I'm done Scat Packing, boy, I'm that brackin'
Want the pus*y? I'ma Cash App it, tell my hoes I'm fast tracking
[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Now I'm a rapper, I sneak the gun inside the club, we just backpack it
Beef with me and let me see you, I wish you would
Man, I ain't gotta call nobody, I just gotta throw on my hood
Man, Derrick Rose on the Bulls, man, I be trippin'
You better move right, you know you move wrong and we gon' get 'em
Big guns comin' through car doors and windows
We got a hundred rounds with us, give him a sixty-four Nintendo
Man, I f*ck every b*tch I meet, tryna see what that pus*y hittin' on
And I use every gun I get and get rid of it like a flip phone
I get tired of Instagram-beefin'-ass lil' n*ggas, these n*ggas kids
Man, I get mad and wanna go and use my gun, I'm a kid
Man, free my dog, he caught a body and got off, he doin' ten
But free Day, he doin' five, I wish the victim never lived
Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga

[Verse 4: Nuk]
On Five Five
I be sellin'— I got a nose kit
Put my di*k in all my new hoes and stuff my old b*tch
Yeah, I came up off my old licks
I cut off my hoes because they killing me with the old sh*t
I got different type of profits
I be f*ckin' hoes 'cause all these b*tches love hibachi
I'm a different type of c*cky
I'm a different type of rich
I f*ck with that sh*t that have you trippin' off a flip
Keep that pole with me, I keep metal in my hands
Get tired of lookin' for him, put a bezel on his mans
Boy, I bomb n*ggas
In a sense, that mean it's time tickin'
Hit a n*gga with that .223 and let God fix it
I see boy and you hear shots fired
I be pullin' up just like a ho, yeah, I'm a shot finder
All my n*ggas pits, but we annoying just like rottweilers