LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBig Truck
Look, look, look, huh, huhSick of bitch niggas from the city with that rappin'They know I make it happen, I ain't rappin' (Uh-uh)I'm on dope, man, bitch, and I'm actin' (Yeah)He'll diss me, bitch, and I smashed him (Haha)Pop your top with that, it's up and stashedit came so back togetherBitch, I do you dirty, come throughswervin' with that black barrettaRolling Loud, want million-dollar cashwhat 'bout Coachella?I want that shit that make you flash, 'cause it smoke betterRacks on a nigga ho', racks, I just do it betterRacks, that lil' nigga brokeI put his ass on top to stretchI'll rob you on the second time I met you, bitchTalkin' 'bout beefin', when I meet yougreet you with a blitzMan, I hate a pussy niggaYeah, I once had to shoot a pussy niggaPussy boy, I see you lookin' at meI had them young niggas in yours, waitin' in bushes, niggaYoungin pop out, wavin' with the rodand he tryna cook a niggaI'ma act bad, and I'm gon' flash out these thirty jiggersYeah, that's my feelings 'bout my cousinand we murder niggasI'ma get him zipped, straight out the ripthat's if he swervin' with youClaim that he rare, know who he ishe got 'em savin' with youI'm a big truck (What?)Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip upWe don't give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin'Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mamaLet me feel somethin'I really be gone on Thanksgiving, them niggas inpersonatin'Them pussy niggas, they ain't 'bout nothin'and it's two souls to hate meI'll rob you, bitch, I'll shoot you, bitchI'll Jack you out your paperTake all my chains off, jumped in with fiveI'm tryna face 'emI don't trust no bitch, noI know that that ho' gon' fuck on anybody livin' roomNah, I'm with that street, come from that trenchpullin' kick doorsThey won't let me body, wanna see a nigga fall downWant me to help 'em out or slit my throatbecause they been brokeYeah, I once had to shoot a pussy niggaPussy boy, I see you lookin' at meI had them young niggas in yours, waitin' in bushes, niggaYoungin pop out, wavin' with the rodand he tryna cook a niggaI'ma act bad, and I'm gon' flash out these thirty jiggersYeah, that's my feelings 'bout my cousinand we murder niggasI'ma get him zipped, straight out the ripthat's if he swervin' with youClaim that he rare, know who he ishe got 'em savin' with youI'm a big truck (What?)Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip upWe don't give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin'Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mamaLet me feel somethin'
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