PGF Nuk, PGF Tavo - Srt lyrics

You know lil' Marlo, man
You know what the fuck goin' on, man
Free Lucki, man gang, bitch (yeah)
J-J-Justin made this, Justin made this
(Yeah) In the SRT, ayy, look yeah, yeah
Three deep in the SRT with an ARP
Gon' bless our feet
'Till his ass can't breathe gang, gang
Gang, ayy, look

Three deep in the SRT
Two switches and an ARP
Hop out, we gon' bless yo' feet
Take him down 'till his ass can't breathe
Tap switch, leave this bitch on E
Leave his brains on the curb, he sleep
High speed on the jakes, they sweet
And I'm post' on the block, on D, ayy
Look, we really be out catch a opp loafin'
We gon' push back his scalp
Got so many drugs, we'll never see a drought
Count a hunnid' bands while yo'
Bitch on the couch
Goofy nigga talk, put his ass in his mouth
And I'm ridin' in this Hemi
We gon' show you what it's 'bout
Switchin' lanes real fast
Wе be flyin' in 'n out
Then it's feds, hit thе gas, betta' move
Watch out

Ayy, look, south gang get T'd
Goin' 250, Hellcat, high speed
Twelve on my ass, but they can't catch me
Catch a nigga outta' bounds
Got his homie on D
We gon' spin through there again
Leave the A out on E
Pass me the shrimp that's speakin' on me
You know the bitch a bop
She just suckin' out the meat
Mix the wock' with the Perc
Got my brain on tweak
Can't hang with the wolves if
You actin' like a sheep
Long live Marlo, we be slidin' all week
They ain't ever outside
We ain't playin' hide and seek
Niggas ain't really wit' it
They just talkin' on tweets
Caught a goofy loafin'
He was walkin' down the street
Switch get to switch
Now there's shooter on his feet
He ain't get to see a doctor 'cause
His heart ain't have a beat
Marlo clappers really put shit to sleep

Three deep in the SRT
Two switches and an ARP
Hop out, we gon' bless yo' feet
Take him down 'till his ass can't breathe
Tap switch, leave this bitch on E
Leave his brains on the curb, he sleep
High speed on the jakes, they sweet
And I'm post' on the block, on D, ayy
Look, we really be out catch a opp loafin'
We gon' push back his scalp
Got so many drugs, we'll never see a drought
Count a hunnid' bands while yo'
Bitch on the couch
Goofy nigga talk, put his ass in his mouth
And I'm ridin' in this Hemi
We gon' show you what it's 'bout
Switchin' lanes real fast
We be flyin' in 'n out
Then it's feds, hit the gas, betta' move
Watch out

Ayy, pull up with the TEC on me
Can't no nigga try to flex on me
Hoppin' out, 50k check on me
Poppin' out, AK, we chase on feet
Leave a nigga dead, face down in the street
It's a cold ass world
So be playin' with heat
Take him out this world for playin' wit' me
5900, we bang the P
We really them niggas, you know
All my killas kill killas, you know
Wet his house, slide, bitch you know, go go
Twenty shots jumpin' out
Ten more for his bro
We really pull triggas, for more
Gun just keep gettin' bigger, for sure
Trap stay bussin', work neva' come slow
If twelve hit the spot, then
I'm out the back door, Ayy
Gang known be lit, over T'd
I send foe'nem, doin' hit's, ayy
You ain't ever sat on the opps shit
Catch a nigga lackin' on the
Porch wit' his bitch
I'on even need no stick, he blitz
Send his ass to God like Mel, he sick
Headshots for the opps, so I could "RIP"
Move out the whip, fast shots, that's it
It's a new pack, he weak
Can't stay up, 'cause I'm sleep off lean
Clutch on my mop, I'ma slide so clean
I just stretched a hunnid' opps
Hit one in my dreams
Ayy, don't try to hide, he seen
Glock hit opps, my blick so mean
Let the bitch ride, I'ma let the bitch sing
I'ma line his ass up, put his ass on beam

Gang j-J-Justin made this, Justin made this