SRT - Rylo Rodriguez

Yeah, every nigga wanna be a motherfucking boss, yeah

I ain’t been to church but I know how to play the cross, yeah

Every young nigga 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

Shit gon' go bad, don’t try your luck

I lost a dime and spiked my cup

I lost a bitch and found the plug

These niggas can’t get no strains off us

These niggas can’t take no pipes off us (Can't take no guns off of me)

I don’t care if you ain’t hitting as long as you got a shooter

I don’t care if they got the dope and the money, you ain’t tell you cool

I had to sell the shoes

I used to fail in school

I’m tryna milk the ho, they tryna spoil the mood

My dawg, he got caught, seen the undercovers

I went before he made them plays, he with a audible

Cartier, Dior, this ain’t Cashmere

I don’t even know her but she say I fucked her last year

This year, and I put it in fast gear

I been the one, I seen a nigga playing both sides

I been the one, .38 a Hellcat, shit was scatpack

Twenty-one, just hit for ten K, I was playing blackjack (Blackjack, blackjack,

blackjack)

Yeah, every nigga wanna be a motherfucking boss, yeah

I ain’t been to church but I know how to play the cross, yeah

Every young nigga 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

Shit gon' go bad, don’t try your luck

I lost a dime and spiked my cup

I lost a bitch and found the plug

These niggas can’t get no strains off us

These niggas can’t take no pipes off us (Can't take no guns off of me)

I know some hoes who take care of niggas

I know some hoes who ride with they pistols

Told her my side 'cause she was a stealer

I put some boosters inside of a trailer

Can’t trust my homies, them niggas some killers

Shit get humongous, they cool, it go bigger

5.56 in the Kel-Tec

I walk on shit just like I’m T-Rex

This ho hood but she arrogant

Her mouth’ll make you marry

I don’t care if it’s illegal, I’m still gon' carry it

Ayy, them niggas broke, shit embarassing

She from the 'Nolia, the ho got accent

Got niggas in jail who getting the packs in

I know young strikers, I know young strikers, I know young strikers

I was shooting dices, I was shooting rifles

Yeah, every nigga wanna be a motherfucking boss, yeah

I ain’t been to church but I know how to play the cross, yeah

Every young nigga 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

Shit gon' go bad, don’t try your luck

I lost a dime and spiked my cup

I lost a bitch and found the plug

These niggas can’t get no strains off us

These niggas can’t take no pipes off us (Can't take no guns off of me)