Stolen Srt

[Xanman]

I address a problem, nigga act like he ain’t want it neither
ARP gon send him to the sky, now he can dap up Jesus
Walk down on your man, don’t shoot up parties just like Justin Bieber
Fucked up in the hood, he cracked his card and think he punching pieces
Plug call me on Facetime in a dope hole with Nigerian people
Nigga post his switch he on his story, act like he scaring people
I know they don’t like me, I dropped the lo’ because I’m daring peoplе
Coulda shot you with your child in your hand, I know your parents need 'em
Home invasion, trying to kickdoor for a long timе and he ain’t see the shade
He talkin bout a switch, like fuck a switch we got EMP Grenade
OG down the street he still got pounds of the purple haze
He ain’t see me creeping, I’m a snake it ain’t no vertebrae
This nigga still got the nerve
Crying emoji on a RIP post like it wasn’t deserved
I can call up Woog a hour later, he like “Kill Confirmed”
I don’t give a fuck what you do for me, I let bridges burn
Brought a stolen SRT into the hood
All these niggas rapping, but they ain't live like Tim Westwood
Feeling like Jason Voorhees when I made the Wock creep in the wood
Pump shotgun on right leg bitch I’m looking like Elmer Fudd
Niggas trying live to die
Make her scream like Cindy Campbell, switchblade in your sister eye
This ain’t Burger King have it your way just like some chicken fries
I was mad as shit feds kicked the door and they found sticks inside
Stop bringing Woog round a bunch of rappers, he trying kill them guys
Make ‘em stop it, don’t wanna die then weigh your options
(What, what) Playboi Carti bomb his ass, feel like a jockey
I was looking up to Hitler, father looked up to Gaddafi
Flip his ass, he did a Ollie
I’ll put the stick down, try to box me
Esteban, no bell hopper
This chopper sing like Adele father
Axe his ass like Bioshock, we rob his ass we don’t buy no Glock
This bitch came with folding stock, this Drac’ keep making my shoulder lock
My Cartier on my wrist lock, this ARP this shit stopping
BRT BRT - hey