"Black Truck" lyrics
Hey, if a bad bitch can get dick, she can get fit for a skirt or a birkin
Book me for a show it's left to right, look like we swag surfing
All I see is bad bitches, French tips, ass twerking
All I see is mad nigga, can't drop a ten, his bag hurting
You can't step up in my function, how you hating and can't get in?
Bitch, I'm outside with my twin, we dropped the top and spent the Benz
Lil' bro just hit me, said, "Come back," I said, "Aight," we spent again
I pulled up on 'em, he got homies, and they got homies, and they brought friends
Come on
It's 'bout five hoes up in this black truck
This bitch big and bulletproof, a black wing truck, you cannot catch us
All this smoke, I'm smoking good, straight out the bowl, you cannot match us
Lil' bro on that shit, get too close, he on that car, make nigga back up
Yeah, he scared of that button
And man, I knew I shouldn't have trust these ho, they calling up they brothers
We tapping heads with them buttons
Nigga try to take sumn off my neck, he dead for that bluffing
Huh
I look at bro, he look at me, he know I'm mad
I can't believe he almost let a ho take out the bag
I still blame myself 'cause damn, I almost went out sad
We was thinking with our dick, I'm glad I always keep a mag
Come on, I'm glad I always keep a ski
I'm masking up when I'm wit' hoes so they can barely see it's me
Four hoes left up in this black truck
I'm keeping one eye on the street
I'ma take that down to three when I find out who played wit' me
Come on, now its two hoes up in this black truck
Me and bro on 2v2, tryna peep out who tried to whack us
I can't wait till I find out, put her in blunts and then go match her
I can't wait till I find out, rotate the ho and then go pass her
Come on, now we down to the last bitch
Open her phone and read her messages, my location in her shit
She tried to get a drop, tried to set the play
But I'm dying for what's on my wrist
Ho can't get me touched, if you get me scraped, we gon' spin behind that shit
Come on, now it's no hoes up in this black truck
This bitch big and bulletproof, a black wing truck, it cannot catch us
Bitch, we smoking good, straight out the bow, hell nah, you cannot match us
Lil' bro on that shit, get too close, he on that car, make nigga back up
Yeah, he scared of that button
And man, I knew I shouldn't have trust these ho, they calling up they brothers
We tapping heads with them buttons
Nigga try to take sumn off my neck, he dead for that bluffing
Aye, let me fye my wood up
Book me for a show it's left to right, look like we swag surfing
All I see is bad bitches, French tips, ass twerking
All I see is mad nigga, can't drop a ten, his bag hurting
You can't step up in my function, how you hating and can't get in?
Bitch, I'm outside with my twin, we dropped the top and spent the Benz
Lil' bro just hit me, said, "Come back," I said, "Aight," we spent again
I pulled up on 'em, he got homies, and they got homies, and they brought friends
Come on
It's 'bout five hoes up in this black truck
This bitch big and bulletproof, a black wing truck, you cannot catch us
All this smoke, I'm smoking good, straight out the bowl, you cannot match us
Lil' bro on that shit, get too close, he on that car, make nigga back up
Yeah, he scared of that button
And man, I knew I shouldn't have trust these ho, they calling up they brothers
We tapping heads with them buttons
Nigga try to take sumn off my neck, he dead for that bluffing
Huh
I look at bro, he look at me, he know I'm mad
I can't believe he almost let a ho take out the bag
I still blame myself 'cause damn, I almost went out sad
We was thinking with our dick, I'm glad I always keep a mag
Come on, I'm glad I always keep a ski
I'm masking up when I'm wit' hoes so they can barely see it's me
Four hoes left up in this black truck
I'm keeping one eye on the street
I'ma take that down to three when I find out who played wit' me
Come on, now its two hoes up in this black truck
Me and bro on 2v2, tryna peep out who tried to whack us
I can't wait till I find out, put her in blunts and then go match her
I can't wait till I find out, rotate the ho and then go pass her
Come on, now we down to the last bitch
Open her phone and read her messages, my location in her shit
She tried to get a drop, tried to set the play
But I'm dying for what's on my wrist
Ho can't get me touched, if you get me scraped, we gon' spin behind that shit
Come on, now it's no hoes up in this black truck
This bitch big and bulletproof, a black wing truck, it cannot catch us
Bitch, we smoking good, straight out the bow, hell nah, you cannot match us
Lil' bro on that shit, get too close, he on that car, make nigga back up
Yeah, he scared of that button
And man, I knew I shouldn't have trust these ho, they calling up they brothers
We tapping heads with them buttons
Nigga try to take sumn off my neck, he dead for that bluffing
Aye, let me fye my wood up
