SRT Lyrics – Quando Rondo

Read the full SRT lyrics by Quando Rondo along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Quando Rondo’s music, you can also explore YSL Shoes and Nobody Loyal, two other songs by Quando Rondo.

[Intro]
(You’re so lazy)

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna jump inside the Jeep, baby, this a SRT ride
Baby, then I’m whipping up the street, with the F on the rims, ain’t cheap, ah
Shawty, she the baddest I done seen when I open up the Vogue magazine, ah
I gotta keep this 40 on my jeans ’cause these n!ggas wanna see me six feet, survive
A youngin really climbed out the gutter, they don’t really know about the struggle (They don’t know about the struggle)
Everything a n!gga got off the muscle, spent my whole damn life tryna hustle (Wholе life tryna hustle)
They don’t nеver wanna tell you ’bout the fumbles, they don’t never wanna bring up the losses (No, these n!ggas ain’t flawless)
I done really saw my dog go under, I done really saw Pabb go under (That left me heartless)

[Verse 1]
I don’t know what he thinking, really I’ll kill you
Youngin gripping his banger, dripping in a Bentley
I’ma climb in the ‘Lac, you browner than a pickle
Do this s*it for Lil Saint, destined to a million
Washed my clothes in the sink, now I’m rocking Fendi
To the Lord, I give thanks, I ran it to the ceiling
Man, I really been raised by drug dealers
My lil’ youngin gon’ spray, he a thug n!gga
Tell that boy get his cash up
I ran it up, really fu*ked on an actress
On the court balling hard like I play for the Raptors
Living life on the run, man, I hope they don’t capture
Better keep you a gun, if you don’t, they gon’ whack you
On the street where I’m from, it’s a whole lot of smackers
He ran it up on the block out the trap house
You got a charge, then you told and got back out
Free all the bros, why they letting the rats out?
Yeah, I fu*k with lil’ shawty, I don’t give a damn
I’ma rub on her body, then fly to the Yams
I’m in love with the beef even though I go HAM
I’ma rock that Gucci with the new Pelle Pelle
I’ma make that thing lean like a bottle of Wock’
No, you can’t fu*k with me ’cause I know you gon’ tell

Come and put it on me, know it’s wet just like aqua
She call me doctor like I went to Yale

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna jump inside the Jeep, baby, this a SRT ride
Baby, then I’m whipping up the street, with the F on the rims, ain’t cheap, ah
Shawty, she the baddest I done seen when I open up the Vogue magazine, ah
I gotta keep this 40 on my jeans ’cause these n!ggas wanna see me six feet, survive
A youngin really climbed out the gutter, they don’t really know about the struggle (They don’t know about the struggle)
Everything a n!gga got off the muscle, spent my whole damn life tryna hustle (Whole life tryna hustle)
They don’t never wanna tell you ’bout the fumbles, they don’t never wanna bring up the losses (No, these n!ggas ain’t flawless)
I done really saw my dog go under, I done really saw Pabb go under (That left me heartless)

[Verse 2]
Girl, you all on my mind like a twenty-four
Yeah, I know with the words, I’m a billy goat
Why the fu*k you keep lying? What you really on?
You can hit up my line on a new Motorola
I be living my life like I’m on roller coasters
Life a gamble, the dice, I be rolling ’em over
Every day, I be praying that I make it older
What he smoking? That dank, it be stank, smell the odor
N!ggas know I’ma bang, I’ma go like a soldier
Shawty wan’ be my main, so she bending it over
On the block that they claim, we be spinning it over
Where the fu*k is my drank? I sip lean in a soda
What the fu*k did he think? Put a beam on the blower
Going hard for the gang ’til the day that it’s over
For my dog in the cage, every day, he be jocing
Shawty, it get bloody in the streets, every day I’m clutching on my heat, ah
Shawty, she the one, not the three, if you wanna touch her, it’s a fee, ah
Shawty got the brain I need, I think she got a PhD, ah
They gon’ put the blame on me every time that it rain on me, ah

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna jump inside the Jeep, baby, this a SRT ride
Baby, then I’m whipping up the street, with the F on the rims, ain’t cheap, ah
Shawty, she the baddest I done seen when I open up the Vogue magazine, ah
I gotta keep this 40 on my jeans ’cause these n!ggas wanna see me six feet, survive
A youngin really climbed out the gutter, they don’t really know about the struggle (They don’t know about the struggle)
Everything a n!gga got off the muscle, spent my whole damn life tryna hustle (Whole life tryna hustle)
They don’t never wanna tell you ’bout the fumbles, they don’t never wanna bring up the losses (No, these n!ggas ain’t flawless)
I done really saw my dog go under, I done really saw Pabb go under (That left me heartless)