Yeat - SRT lyrics

Balenci, the Prada my fit
Yeah it's been a while (Facts)
You was shopping for that swag
Boy this not no aisle (No)
I been touched all way in London
Man I'm shopping round (Fly round)
I just called my own phone
Cause I'm my doctor now
Yeah, in the Hellcat, in a SRT
I'm just rounding round town in a SRT, yeah
In a Hellcat
(This is a SLUMP AUDIOS EXCLUSIVE) , yeah
In a SRT
In a Trackhawk, both in that Jeep, yeah
Done made a track, huh
We sell out every week
Heard lil' thottie wanna fuck
But this a smash spot (Come on)
I'm high as fuck, way outer space
I feel like NASA (Phew)
Man yall doin' too much shit
Man yall too extra (Yall too extra)
I just took myself an oxy, keep my rest up

Man I jump into myself
I'm way too comfortable right now
She gon' come through, she gon' get fuckable
I wouldn't through this shit up in the air
Ion' give no fucks right now
Wе got pounds of white, they officers
You gotta gеt that shit right now
Bently, Bently truck, Bently truck
Bently truck
Bently truck, Bently truck, Bently
Truck, Bently truck, yeah
Fell in love with drugs, drugs
Fell in love with drugs, drugs
Had to fuck it up, up yeah my pockets stuck
We rockin' Murakami
No za', but double T up on that bitch
I'm a zombie off this oxy, that's how I get
Why you keep asking for the most?
Girl that's what you get
You been goin' out sad
That's how I tell you throwing a fit
Number 9, Rick, and Margiela
Number 9, Rick, and Margiela
Boy I'm too fly, I step on feathers
(Let's go)
Hit em' with that 1, 2, 1, 2, Mayweather
Boy I'm geeked up out my mind right now
(yeah) how yall talking shit? But, no, no
Fuck yo' style
How yall bitches dry? Man you just a towel
(yeah) we back gon' geek up on X, yeah
Fuck with the show
Balenci, the Prada my fit
Yeah it's been a while (Facts)
You was shopping for that swag
Boy this not no aisle (No)
I been touched all way in London
Man I'm shopping round (Fly round)
I just called my own phone
Cause I'm my doctor now

I just got off phone with unky
Said "To keep goin' out"
I'm gon' shop for all my gang members
So I make it out
Bitch they hatin', cause I'm the one
Came around man it's been a long time
Till' they heard my style
I'm gon' do whatever I want
I'm gon' do it now
Yeah, all my fans is family
We gon' make it out

Yeah, in the Hellcat, in a SRT
I'm just rounding round town in a SRT, yeah
In a Hellcat, in a SRT
In a Trackhawk, both in that Jeep, yeah
Done made a track, huh
We sell out every week
Heard lil' thottie wanna fuck
But this a smash spot (Come on)
I'm high as fuck, way outer space
I feel like NASA (Phew)
Man yall doin' too much shit
Man yall too extra (Yall too extra)
I just took myself an oxy, keep my rest up