SRTBBL Lyrics by Destroy Lonely & Ken Carson
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
All my diamonds came from Africa, but my *** from Berlin
If she got a *** from Italy, Lone gon’ *** her friend
I’m ’bout to *** her friend
I got some shooters that pull up and hop out the Benz
I done spent a ten, I done made a ten and spent it again
I done spent a ten and bought your *** Givenchy moccasins
Why you love that thottie ***?
Hellcat got a BBL, yeah, it came with a wide-body kit
Hell nah, I ain’t leavin’ no shells, I got a shell catcher on the stick
AR-15, it came with a beam, how the *** a *** gon’ miss?
Yeah, I let her pop her ***, huh
My chain disrespectful and I got a toxic wrist, uh
I got tired of the ho, I had to switch my *** up
We done spent the guap, man down, he won’t get picked up (Wake up, F1LTHY)
Push-to-start the droptop, I switch my vehicle
My earrings cost a dime, and my pants cost a nickel
I got swag without even tryin’ and my bag hold a ***
That means I’m totin’ that pole
Homixide, yeah, they snotty, they wipin’ your nose
Hold up, hold up, hold on, uh
Baby, it’s Opium gang, whatever we sayin’ is whatever goes, huh
I put that ice on my chain, I’m rockin that VVS and white gold, uh
And they sayin’ we gettin’ paid, I tell my niggas “Come on, let’s go”
***, I get a check then I’m gone
I spend it on filet mignon, designer clothes, I’m livin’ lavishly
I sent my plug a piece just ’cause he got them pints and badder ***
He was on G6 on a G6, you don’t get ***, you still first class and ***
All these *** poppin’ ***, *** the bougies, where the ratchet ***?
Huh, I turned a bougie *** straight into a ratchet ***
Huh, I’m in the spot, we trippin’, loadin’ up the ratchet, ***
Huh, I’m runnin’ ’round the lobby, ***’ Brenda, Ashley
I get money actually, but none my plugs be taxin’ me (Wake up, F1LTHY)
None my plugs be taxin’ ’cause they know I’m cashin’, ’cause they know I’m havin’
Everywhere I go, I keep my fire, I’m not lackin’
F&N-57 on me, that’s why my pants saggin’
If I up this— it spit fire like a dragon
They just heard that “Baow,” but nobody know what happened
That boy just got hit with that flame like some matches
All I represent is my gang and that’s facts, ***
All I smoke is loud and I’m proud, I don’t give no ***
She *** the whole gang, this *** a ***, she don’t give no ***
I hopped out the Cullinan Rolls Royce and *** the Bentley truck
Lamb’ truck, Porsche truck, Trackhawk, add it up, your math off
These niggas tweakin’-tweakin’, yeah, like they on bath salts
Shawty, yeah, I’m geekin’-geekin’ up, I’m finna take off
All I talk is cash talk, my *** got a cash walk
I put a SRT and I smash off, my shooter get paid to crash out