Mack Truck ft. YoungBoy Lyrics

I ain't jump out and pop it at his head, bitch

Clip full of legs, I got him scared soft shit, bitch, cut off your legs

Oh, zesty, pussy, oh, crybaby ass niggas hate me

This be my fate, designer on my waist I know shawty wanna taste

Oh, she say she wanna see what that Mack truck do

Hold on, lil' shawty, come on back here, up, boo

Get up out my fuckin' way, Dee Karbon' up on the way

I hate that pussy nigga with a passion, nah, uh

Pussy nigga, what you wanna do? I told my brother for the set him up, he know what it do

Ayy, ayy, fuck with that man for a minute, time right, send him home

I already told him what I be on if he cross my side, if he move wrong

Let me tell you about this stupid dude, he funny and he short

Boy think he a player, I'm the king, boy, you met your match

Better sit your black short ass back before I get your body detached

Go to the circle with this Mac, post on that bitch till he whacked

I'ma get it rockin', Mary Poppins, pull up, get the poppin

These niggas ain't gon' be able to fuck with me with this new album that I'm droppin

Oh, I ain't got a dream like Martin Luther King

Take my necklace off my neck and let it dangle from my jeans

Lil' mami on the set, she fuck around with my vibe

Pussy niggas hatin' on me, but them lil' boys ain't slide

I give my bro the stock up, snap, Smoothie King could've got him, nah

Pull up to light, look to your right, up with that carb and let it strike

Remember them time, walk to the store with my bro

Boy, name skeet, mad about a hoe, boy, get on the floor

Pussy niggas back on the East and I got that a banger' on me

Back on the East, pussy, boy, ride past your crib

Nowhere you'll live, bitch, you ugly bitch

Bet not catch your stupid ass walkin' out the door, get your head

Get out your body, pop your mind, hit you up with the iron

Ride your ride, stay with the nine, put the stick up on your iron

All I love, mami, want this big mack truck

All I love, mama, come on, back all that ass up

Mm, let me put it on, let me put it on

In the front or back, I'ma have that ass flat

When the party get to poppin', all my youngins told that bitch who I'm

Bitch, yeah, I got that shit inside my pants to make you let down

A week ago, she told me she wasn't leavin' and that bitch, I ain't on my own

A week ago, I supposed to stop the drugs, but I can't stop it now

Just a week ago, I was fuckin' on the shut-up, now I don't wanna do it

Just a week ago, head young and tryna spit, I guess I'm too influenced

Let me know what's up, 4K Trey, we leave shit dead

I wonder who gon' die today, I wonder who gon' make his bed

Ayy,Quando, watch the block, I might see opps and get the dumpin

Say Big B, let's pull up and hit they block, bro, pray we hit some

They dumb on beef, pop, pop, it's that B-Me, YB, they bumpin my fuckin' anxious, I'm just tryna hear dat yaya jus fa nun

Maybach look like lean inside, all slime it's green inside

I lost my love when my granny died, for big dump, we still gon' slide

PTR on my lap, blow off the flap, you think bout taken mine

Scopin' with that stick like where, he, at guess I'm legally blind,

Ayy, 4K Trey, we put guns in the face on bitches, Free Ddawg