Foolio, Big Scarr - SRT / Stolen Cars lyrics

Oh yeah, Woods ay Mario, this shit hot

Name a time y'all spin and
We ain't spin back
(We ain't spin back, rrah, rrah, rrah)
And his brother had got dropped
That's for Getback (That's for Getback)
Daddy and sister had got popped
But he ain't say that
(Ha, ha, ha, he ain't say that)
Had his mama wig, where her fucking feet at
(Goddamn) these niggas put up in they house
We where he sleep at
(Where he sleep at, I see you)
I been so patient
I can't wait to smoke Lil 3 pack (On bro)
A 100 hundreds that will get
Your fucking dawgs whacked (10 bands)
He copping deuces, throwing truces
Tryna squash that (He sweet, he scared)
It's 3 O'Clock
In the corners niggas know we out
(Where y'all at, baow)
Mask on, Sto who shot
They ain't even know who shot
(Know who shot)
Speaking on Bibby, got me mad
It got my temper hot (My temper hot)
We the type of young niggas that
Will get your fucking shooter shot
(Your shooter shot, rrah, rrah)
Make him famous
Turn his name into a fucking block
(A fucking block)
Ay, sliding in the SRT, just me and Scarr
(Just me and Scarr)
If I'm the driver then that mean
That Scarr gon' pop the Glock
(Gon' pop that Glock, rrah rrah)
ESPN, we get it in
You know we spin the block
You shootin' less, we shoot the best
You know we sending shots (Rrah, rrah)
Thinking bout Eight, it's on my mind
Ay Cojack call the opps (What it is gang?)
And he ain't gotta say too much
Cause if If he roll, i rock
Let's slide nigga, on gang nigga
We been out all day nigga
Where y'all at? Pop-out, ay nigga
Niggas mention the A, we gon' get shit litty
(Get shit litty)
Free 10 on your head, if you speak on Bibby
(10 bands, 10) anything I say in my lyrics
Then I fuckin' did it
(I fucking did it, facts)
And when Ralo had got smacked
They ain't stand on business
(Ain't stand no business, Goddamn)
We the reason that there is teddy
Bears all 'round the city
(All 'round the city)
Is he cut or is he bloodied?
Man his set trippin' (his set trippin')
And my cup so fucking muddy
It got Royale in it (Royale in it)
You ain' learn from all that dissing
After that June 5th shit
All these blue hundreds on me
They gon' think I'm crippin'
(Think I'm crippin')
Sixty shots inside my choppa
Boy I feel like Nipsey
(Feel like Nipsey, ha, ha, ha, nigga)
Boy I feel like Nipsey
(Rest up Nipsey, uh, 6 nigga, on gang)

Balenciaga shoes, Balmain jacket (Drip, drip)
This mix, match designer (Drip)
Maybach feel just like grandma house
Back seats came with recliner (Slide)
Now we ain't dropping down
We dropping bodies, boost the count up
Bankroll they overload
I think I broke the money counter (Stack)
Grim reaper, snatching souls
Yeah I pour opps up in the Fanta
(Grim Reaper) watch TV all my life
Don't think that I can't check your channel
So icy Scarr might get a pound
Mink up in the winter (So icy)
Way before the rap bitches was on
My dick cause I'm that nigga
Like fuck this rap shit
Me and 6 might jack him out his sprinters
We having all the Glocks now
The whole gang trigger tender
Don't care how I rich get
Still in the hood eating chicken tenders
We set the trend in 2016
These niggas really beginners

Percocets and Xanny bars (Xanny bar)
SRT's and stolen cars (Stolen car)
Fake ID's and credit cards (Credit cards)
Feds stay up, I'm doing fraud (Doing fraud)
Fishing pole, stay with that rod
(With that rod)
Rolling off the Xanny bar (Xanny bar)
SRT's and stolen cars
Stolen Glocks and new AR's
Percocets and Xanny bars
SRT's and stolen cars
Fake ID's and credit cards
Feds stay up, I'm doing fraud fishing pole
Stay with that rod rolling of the Xanny bar
SRT's and stolen cars
Stolen Glocks and new AR's