BLACK TRUCK Lyrics

I keep walkin' 7-11 like where the Fanta at I keep fillin' my lungs with smoke like where the asthma at

Walk inside the trap, ask lil mike, like where yo grandma at

And that boy ain't no real slime, he got a battery pack

And my bitch, she's suck me sloppy, where your manners at

Ugh hold up, like lil bitch where yo manners at

All this sippin' that drink got me slurrin', need my grammar back

That lil' boy can't even call me opp, ain't got his hammer back

Y'all lil' boys ain't turnt, go have a seat, you can't even stand for that

I might tune into this bitch live, and send a diamond at her

Told this bitch I'm tryna see it in person, fuck the camera action

All my Glocks stay fitted with a button keep the same attachments

In these switches only thing I trust, motion and these switches only thing I trust

Tell the truth, even if I did it, keep it to myself

And if I ever snitched, boy, I would kill myself

In the kitchen, baggin' up these grams for different clientele

On the calculator, talkin' to myself

I told my old bitch, go to hell, hoe, I know you just wanna see me down

And if that hoe nigga talkin' bout smoke, he must be talkin' about cheech and Chong

Walkin' webster like, damn, where the Ricky at

I mix alcohol with drugs like, damn, where my kidneys at

Damn ma, ya booty fat, you don't need description

Momma said you spent four thousand on glasses, you don't even need prescription

Momma these Cartiers

I keep walkin' to the malls like, where the Neimans at

I'm fuckin' on these hoes like, damn, where the Skeezers at

I drive around, get it sold like, damn, where my users at

And this bitch gave me brain like, damn, like, where my tutor at