"McLaren Truck" lyrics
Blrrrd
Nigga, we don't say, "The biggest" no more, nigga, he told you, this shit don't get no bigger, nigga
BTTP, man, we bigger than the program, man, I stamp that
I'm on some don shit today
Okay, slidin' Phantom, Louis bandana, nigga, full of doja, Louis loafers
Got sixty bitches in competition to win me over
I tell the bitch, "Slime him out now," bet she do what she 'posed to
Kicked down the door, turnt the whole city up, can't go like Sosa
Hate bein' sober, Aventador SVJ Roadster, twin toasters
Young nigga stood ten in the feds, came out that bitch more colder
Turnt your ho out, she had her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce, on gang
My millions stuck in double digit, but that shit ain't enough
I'm tryna be the first one jump out that McLaren truck
My lil' Chiraq ho, she love to fuck me to that "Should've Ducked"
As soon we get the intel, that's the same day we gon' send him up, on gang
If you bang CMO, as soon as you hear this, hold your blicky up
My money, cars, and pistols up, McLaren truck can't come quick enough
'Til then, I'm turnin' that Spectre up, Ferrari still collectin' dust
He made it off a shit bag, but he started off a vegetable
I shoot like I'm kin to cuh 'nem from Golden State
Got my more chicken than a fed tray on Thursday
Celine bucket hat with the shades
I'm quick to call up Trigga, man, he'll point that trigger at your face
I paid eight thousand for this 'fit, I gotta rock it one more day, on gang
Okay, slidin' Phantom, Louis bandana, nigga, full of doja, Louis loafers
Got sixty bitches in competition to win me over
I tell the bitch, "Slime him out now," bet she do what she 'posed to
Kicked down the door, turnt the whole city up, can't go like Sosa
Hate bein' sober, Aventador SVJ Roadster, twin toasters
Young nigga stood ten in the feds, came out that bitch more colder
Turnt your ho out, she had her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce, on gang
Turnt your ho out, she count her first ticket in a 'Rari truck
New bulletproof Cybertruck, I used to ride the MATA bus
I can go one-twenty in six seconds, ain't no catchin' us
In Shiesty Gang that we trust, fresh out the jail, four Richards up
If I move my arm in this bitch, your ho gon' try to fuck
I grew out my dreads just to whack somethin' and go get 'em cut
Wanna make me proud? Go catch a face, call KD when you zip him up
Ayy, pussy nigga, quit ball hoggin' that motion, turn your members up
We migrated to FRTs, the feds pickin' them switches up
That type of pressure we apply, we make gangsters go snitch on us
If you panic up on a move, we label you freeze cup
I kept tryna pull Hank out the car, but one of his feet was stuck, true story
Okay, slidin' Phantom, Louis bandana, nigga, full of doja, Louis loafers
Got sixty bitches in competition to win me over
I tell the bitch, "Slime him out now," bet she do what she 'posed to
Kicked down the door, turnt the whole city up, can't go like Sosa
Hate bein' sober, Aventador SVJ Roadster, twin toasters
Young nigga stood ten in the feds, came out that bitch more colder
Turnt your ho out, she had her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce, on gang
Nigga, we don't say, "The biggest" no more, nigga, he told you, this shit don't get no bigger, nigga
BTTP, man, we bigger than the program, man, I stamp that
I'm on some don shit today
Okay, slidin' Phantom, Louis bandana, nigga, full of doja, Louis loafers
Got sixty bitches in competition to win me over
I tell the bitch, "Slime him out now," bet she do what she 'posed to
Kicked down the door, turnt the whole city up, can't go like Sosa
Hate bein' sober, Aventador SVJ Roadster, twin toasters
Young nigga stood ten in the feds, came out that bitch more colder
Turnt your ho out, she had her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce, on gang
My millions stuck in double digit, but that shit ain't enough
I'm tryna be the first one jump out that McLaren truck
My lil' Chiraq ho, she love to fuck me to that "Should've Ducked"
As soon we get the intel, that's the same day we gon' send him up, on gang
If you bang CMO, as soon as you hear this, hold your blicky up
My money, cars, and pistols up, McLaren truck can't come quick enough
'Til then, I'm turnin' that Spectre up, Ferrari still collectin' dust
He made it off a shit bag, but he started off a vegetable
I shoot like I'm kin to cuh 'nem from Golden State
Got my more chicken than a fed tray on Thursday
Celine bucket hat with the shades
I'm quick to call up Trigga, man, he'll point that trigger at your face
I paid eight thousand for this 'fit, I gotta rock it one more day, on gang
Okay, slidin' Phantom, Louis bandana, nigga, full of doja, Louis loafers
Got sixty bitches in competition to win me over
I tell the bitch, "Slime him out now," bet she do what she 'posed to
Kicked down the door, turnt the whole city up, can't go like Sosa
Hate bein' sober, Aventador SVJ Roadster, twin toasters
Young nigga stood ten in the feds, came out that bitch more colder
Turnt your ho out, she had her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce, on gang
Turnt your ho out, she count her first ticket in a 'Rari truck
New bulletproof Cybertruck, I used to ride the MATA bus
I can go one-twenty in six seconds, ain't no catchin' us
In Shiesty Gang that we trust, fresh out the jail, four Richards up
If I move my arm in this bitch, your ho gon' try to fuck
I grew out my dreads just to whack somethin' and go get 'em cut
Wanna make me proud? Go catch a face, call KD when you zip him up
Ayy, pussy nigga, quit ball hoggin' that motion, turn your members up
We migrated to FRTs, the feds pickin' them switches up
That type of pressure we apply, we make gangsters go snitch on us
If you panic up on a move, we label you freeze cup
I kept tryna pull Hank out the car, but one of his feet was stuck, true story
Okay, slidin' Phantom, Louis bandana, nigga, full of doja, Louis loafers
Got sixty bitches in competition to win me over
I tell the bitch, "Slime him out now," bet she do what she 'posed to
Kicked down the door, turnt the whole city up, can't go like Sosa
Hate bein' sober, Aventador SVJ Roadster, twin toasters
Young nigga stood ten in the feds, came out that bitch more colder
Turnt your ho out, she had her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce, on gang
Writer(s): Lontrell Williams, Tiquon Pryor
