"SRT" lyrics

Yellin' out go
Yeah
We comin' that way, nigga

Red, white and blue diamonds, threw a flag on my wrist
Have the right to bare arms, so the police watchin'
We go that way, nigga, and that's why you can't find us
Ain't no halfway, nigga, it's either in or out, bitch (Woah-woah, woah)

SRT (Woah)
Got her Chanel, now she lovin' me (Woah-woah, woah)
I been cookin' up the recipe (Woah-woah, woah)
It must hurt to be the enemies (Woah-woah, woah)
Got my AP on me, I feel A-team lavish (Woah-woah)
I'm okay, keep calm, I know you not that savage
We go ape, we armed, my 'migos they speak Spanish
You could get put on or we could make you vanish, ayy
I'd rather higher my nigga to go do my light work
I say a prayer for all of my opps 'cause they life cursed (Woah-woah)
Sorry I ain't text you back, shorty, I had a flight first (Woah-woah)
I fuck with niggas that's shootin', but they finna fight first (Woah-woah, woah)
Nigga, I'm countin' these bands, you niggas ain't countin' up shit (Woah, uh)
How you was doubtin' me, but now you see me at the Ritz (Woah-woah)
She givin' top with no hands, I told the lil' bitch do the splits
I walk around with a fan, so no, I don't need no assist (Woah-woah)

Red, white and blue diamonds, threw a flag on my wrist (Woah-woah)
Have the right to bare arms, so the police watchin' (Woah-woah, woah)
We go that way, nigga, and that's why you can't find us (Woah-woah, woah)
Ain't no halfway, nigga, it's either in or out, bitch (Woah-woah, woah-woah)

Baking soda first (Woah-woah, woah-woah)
Bet this choppa hurt (Woah-woah)
He didn't want no smoke, I bet his lungs hurt
He wanna snatch my chain, but seen the gun first (Woah-woah)

Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah