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SRT Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Santana
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Jeremy Walker




Jay Santana - SRT Lyrics




I just might catch me a body on live like that nigga Zeke
These niggas be falling for hoes and these niggas be wifing freaks
We just might mask up with choppas pull up 4 deep in a jeep
And no this ain't no regular jeep this jeep right here this srt (woah)

Hellcat this not a hemi
F on my wheels but I'm not talking Fendi (yap)
I f*cked a bitch up in Houston I hit from the back had her singing like Whitney
I'm on the block with my Glizzy I'm tryna get busy
Spin onna block till a nigga get dizzy
Glock 19 and that bitch hold a 60
Go dumb with the Glock man i'm 51 50
I can't be loving these hoes or wifing these hoes cause they bitches f*cking the block
I cannot kick it with niggas cause these niggas snitches these niggas be turning to cops
I'm on the block with a Glock in my pocket
7.62 that hoe sound like a rocket
Break the lil hoe pass that hoe to my partner
If you got a Glock better up it and pop it
I said it once had to say it again
Cause these niggas be buying glocks just to have it
Boy keep it real nigga you not no savage
I'm on the block flipping shit like a patty
Racks in my pocket this shit got me sagging
It's me and Big Krash we like Scooby and Shaggy
Keep on popping these perks I had made it a habit
The Ar-15 it shoot full metal jacket

I just might catch me a body on live like that nigga Zeke
These niggas be falling for hoes and these niggas be wifing freaks
We just might mask up with choppas pull up 4 deep in a jeep
And no this ain't no regular jeep this jeep right here this srt (uh)
(Yap)

You know I'm the dada
Lil hoe I'm draped down in Prada
My bitch she look like a model
And ha head good like a scholar
She sippin on reposado
I'm sipping wock out the bottle
Crazy what they do for dollars
Holon lemme pop my colar
I can't let these niggas trick me up out my position
Every time I leave up out the house I gotta grab my Smith & Wesson
I take all these losses as a lesson
45 gon cave a nigga chest in
Send him straight to heaven
You can say I blessed him
Nigga hol out for his mama just like Floyd that shit aint help him
You be put up in the house so lil boy how is u a stepper
This a gangsta party nun of u other niggas is welcome
Murder on my mind I just can't wait to put some on a stretcher
(Yap)
I can't wait to put some on a stretcher
Ar15 came with a bump stock and it got a shell catcher
My lil nigga stupid known to go do a drill in a tesla
Niggas want me dead but you know Santana won't ever let em (at all)
(F*ck the opps)
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I just might catch me a body on live like that nigga Zeke
These niggas be falling for hoes and these niggas be wifing freaks
We just might mask up with choppas pull up 4 deep in a jeep
And no this ain't no regular jeep this jeep right here this srt (woah)

Hellcat this not a hemi
F on my wheels but I'm not talking Fendi (yap)
I f*cked a bitch up in Houston I hit from the back had her singing like Whitney
I'm on the block with my Glizzy I'm tryna get busy
Spin onna block till a nigga get dizzy
Glock 19 and that bitch hold a 60
Go dumb with the Glock man i'm 51 50
I can't be loving these hoes or wifing these hoes cause they bitches f*cking the block
I cannot kick it with niggas cause these niggas snitches these niggas be turning to cops
I'm on the block with a Glock in my pocket
7.62 that hoe sound like a rocket
Break the lil hoe pass that hoe to my partner
If you got a Glock better up it and pop it
I said it once had to say it again
Cause these niggas be buying glocks just to have it
Boy keep it real nigga you not no savage
I'm on the block flipping shit like a patty
Racks in my pocket this shit got me sagging
It's me and Big Krash we like Scooby and Shaggy
Keep on popping these perks I had made it a habit
The Ar-15 it shoot full metal jacket

I just might catch me a body on live like that nigga Zeke
These niggas be falling for hoes and these niggas be wifing freaks
We just might mask up with choppas pull up 4 deep in a jeep
And no this ain't no regular jeep this jeep right here this srt (uh)
(Yap)

You know I'm the dada
Lil hoe I'm draped down in Prada
My bitch she look like a model
And ha head good like a scholar
She sippin on reposado
I'm sipping wock out the bottle
Crazy what they do for dollars
Holon lemme pop my colar
I can't let these niggas trick me up out my position
Every time I leave up out the house I gotta grab my Smith & Wesson
I take all these losses as a lesson
45 gon cave a nigga chest in
Send him straight to heaven
You can say I blessed him
Nigga hol out for his mama just like Floyd that shit aint help him
You be put up in the house so lil boy how is u a stepper
This a gangsta party nun of u other niggas is welcome
Murder on my mind I just can't wait to put some on a stretcher
(Yap)
I can't wait to put some on a stretcher
Ar15 came with a bump stock and it got a shell catcher
My lil nigga stupid known to go do a drill in a tesla
Niggas want me dead but you know Santana won't ever let em (at all)
(F*ck the opps)
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Writer: Jeremy Walker
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