[Intro]
(332)
(Cullen)

[Chorus]
In a SRT-8, it go vroom
She gon' give me face in the room
See me somewhere, know I got my tool
Pour a four in Big Blue, it was Azúl
SRT-8 scratch off, its gon' do the fool
It get to heatin' up, she drink me up like soup
Extort me an opp n***a like, “I need em' sued”
All my hoes in clothes and robes, them shits be new

[Verse]
Play the bitch like I don’t need her no more
He got checked off, you can't see em' no more
Face shot, Dart Gang
He ain't breathin' no more
See that boy and spark at him, I ain't trying to see em' no more
I don't think I need em' no more
I think I got tired of him
I get cocky, I get a lil' pissed
My bitch say she ain't hearin' my shit
Double digits go on the glick
I rock Gucci but I want Hermes
N***a gon' talk out his neck
We get the drop, burn em'
All my n***as for certain
I know they shootin' for certain
Caught an opp, what's the word?
Top Kid shooters lurkin'
We get em' cooked, furnace
We 'em fried, Church's
Bro finna get his location then he doomed
[Chorus]
In a SRT-8, it go vroom
She gon' give me face in the room
See me somewhere, know I got my tool
Pour a four in Big Blue, it was Azúl
SRT-8 scratch off, its gon' do the fool
It get to heatin' up, she drink me up like soup
Extort me an opp n***a like, “I need em' sued”
All my hoes in clothes and robes, them shits be new