text: Okay 
  Brand new SRT 
  Brand new SRT 
  Big ass FN right in the backseats 
  Cant fit this gun in my holster 
  And I got my blade, yeah, I might poke ya 
  Messed up his face like the Joker
  These hoes not shit, they get over 
  She cant come here, she cant come over
  I got off that shit cause I got older
  Chrome Hearts, bitch, Im colder
  Came a long way from rockin Dolce
  She came a long way, yeah, and I told her 
  Im on the backstreets in Atlanta, Georgia 
  These racks all on me, I cannot hold ya
  The SRT smell like California
  I drive that motherfucker like its stolen 
  Brand new SRT 
  Brand new SRT 
  Big ass FN right in the backseats 
  Cant fit this gun in my holster 
  And I got my blade, yeah, I might poke ya 
  Messed up his face like the Joker
  These hoes not shit, they get over 
  She cant come here, she cant come over 
  Lets go, Daytona on my seats , uh
  Pull up, skrrt, brand new SRT 
  Yeah, I run through them Ms, I spent about three 
  Oversize, I stack my jeans 
  She tryna have my baby to mix my genes 
  But, no, I cannot make no thot my queen 
  You wasnt around when I couldnt afford Supreme 
  I just popped two, bitch, Im beamin 
  You can have her, I wont keep it 
  You is too negative, no, I dont need it 
  I knew that I was the man since I was 3 6 
  Now when I stand on my money, taller than a tree, bitch 
  Brand new SRT 
  Yeah, brand new SRT 
  I cant pull up with no two-seats, we too deep 
  I cant do no Challenger, Charger for me , yeah
  Okay, brand new SRT 
  Brand new SRT 
  Big ass FN right in the backseats 
  Cant fit this gun in my holster 
  And I got my blade, yeah, I might poke ya 
  Messed up his face like the Joker 
  These hoes not shit, they get over 
  She cant come here, she cant come over 
  Uh, uh, yeah
  Brand new SRT, yeah, what?
  Brand new SRT, yeah, what?
  Brand new SRT, brr