SRT

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Gra-gra, boom-boom-boom-boom
Ah, gra-gra, boom-boom-boom-boom

I’m always on the grind, baby, you better pray for me
Girl, this ain't VS1, we already moved up to VVS
Celebrating that we nailed the USB comeback
Heading up to the Bronx, dude, we’re the MVPs
No one can mess with us, we laugh at the TSA
I’m always rolling with my ninjas, they stack up like Corn Flakes
Hustling day and night, sleeping off that Wockhard
We’re all bagged up, that’s why I don’t feel a thing
Hey, yo, broski, what’s up?
I hop in the YZ, dodging the cops, I’m outta here
Michael Jordan my strap 'cause it’s a 23
Mike Amiri for the jeans, if we rollin' SRT, if we rollin' SRT (grr, pow)

I’m a hustler, I won’t deny it, I hit a lick every month
I never miss a shot, I’m LaMelo with the Hornets
Dude, I’ll stop you in the Banshee, special edition, baby
Uh, they wish they were tough, I gotta see it to believe it
Uh, I got a homie with a crystal low and he shoots from the Hellcat
We’re the crew of trouble, we keep their goods
I’m always in drive, baby, I never go in reverse
The kids in the hood cap, I don’t smoke if it ain’t wood
I don’t drink alcohol, nah, I sip lean, yeah
I don’t want your love, nah, but send the PIN, yeah
New notebooks every day (grr), five stars for the stay (gra, gra)
I always throw on the sweater (grr, pow)

I’m always on the grind, baby, you better pray for me
Girl, this ain't VS1, we already moved up to VVS
Celebrating that we nailed the USB comeback
Heading up to the Bronx, dude, we’re the MVPs
No one can mess with us, we laugh at the TSA
I’m always rolling with my ninjas, they stack up like Corn Flakes
Hustling day and night, sleeping off that Wockhard
We’re all bagged up, that’s why I don’t feel a thing
Hey, yo, bro, what’s good?
I hop in the YZ, dodging the cops, I’m outta here
Michael Jordan my strap 'cause it’s a 23
Mike Amiri for the jeans, if we rollin' SRT, if we rollin' SRT (grr, pow)

Gra-gra, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
The K and the P, the K and the P
Yo, send it, ah