Black Truck Lyrics

Steppin' out the house in my Christians Bro in The kitchen, keep fuckin' up dishes

When I ain't with her, I'm handlin' business Nosy-ass neighbors stay out my business

Passin' out shit like everyday Christmas damn, Right on the backstreet thuggin

We got designer bags of the thunder Smashin' On brakes, stop ridin' my bumper

Shop stay open, just push my number 12 behind Me like a pimple, I bust them

In a foreign car, burnin' the rubber Trap house Jammin', I'm countin' a hundred

He push one button, shit started to stutter Good Gas, got me thinkin' bout supper

Shottas round me, yeah, I'm ridin' with gunners Black trucks, we ain't ridin' in Hummers

Stackin' up paper, I ain't fuckin' no bands up

Can't let bro fall yea , I'm pickin' my mans up

I ain't buyin' nothin' for weeks, just let it add up

I can teach you to stack, just learn how to Manage

If you sweet, then I'm takin' advantage

Swervin' lanes and I'm watchin' the camera

Can't fuck with broke hoes, these bitches be Fanning'

I ain't movin' loose, yeah, I really be plannin

Move on my lonely , cause niggas be tippin

She said that I'm linin' her chakras the way that I'm beatin' her kitten

Them shotters, they spendin' it bent like I'm Workin' a fidget

That shit ain't no game when that drake get to Spittin

My money is workin' for me, that shit keep on Flippin

Fell in love with the crypto, my paper encrypted

Call up my plug, no talkin', just sent it

My bitch try to leave me, she sayin' she miss me

Damn, when I'm tryin' to spend the dough, Steppin' neimans

Trap boomin' like I'm workin' a beeper

Can't stay long, I'ma serve you and see you

Done graduated from OG Reefa

Don't know how to stack, just listen, I'll teach You

The way that I spit and they sayin' I'm preachin

Huh, damn, Steppin' out the house in my Christians Bro in the kitchen, keep fuckin' up Dishes

When I ain't with her, I'm handlin' business Nosy-ass neighbors stay out my business

Passing out shit like everyday Christmas damn, Right on the backstreet thuggin

We got designer bags of the thunder Smashin' On brakes, stop ridin' my bumper

Shop stay open, just push my number 12 behind Me like a pimple, I bust them

In a foreign car, burnin' the rubber Trap house Jammin', I'm countin' a hundred

He push one button, shit started to stutter Good Gas, got me thinkin' bout supper

Shottas round me, yeah, I'm ridin' with gunners Black trucks, we ain't ridin' in Hummers

Runnin' up money, this shit get easy

Came up on the play, break it down with the Gang, I ain't greedy

Don't care if you mad, stop thinkin' I need you

I'm watchin' them n****s that slick hating and Askin' for freebies

I'm stackin' this shit more than I spent

Cause I can't blow it, need a breather

From my lil' bitch, but I'll be back

Cause I get lonely, I'm just chasin' this paper

I ain't chasin' no bitch, cause a bitch can't keep My stove lit

Poppin' my shit, name a n***a im owing

She know I'm runnin' in and out, cuz I just got The load in

Real street n***a, cause I hate posting

Ain't servin' that n***a, cause I don't know him

In a fast-ass whip , I'm switchin' the gears on the wheel

I'm forcin' this big body over

Straight to the top of the charts

If a n***a get in my way, then I'm runnin' them Over

Anybody round me, one-of-one

We authentic as shit and there ain't no clonin

Fuckin' and duckin' these hoes, I ain't savin' no roller

I'm tryin' to get rich, I'm just runnin' the game

So I grab the controller, I'm callin' these plays

Like a sam in a pocket, got these bands, not Folding

Steppin' out the house in my Christians Bro in The kitchen, keep fuckin' up dishes

When I ain't with her, I'm handlin' business Nosy-ass neighbors stay out my business

Passin' out shit like everyday Christmas damn, Right on the backstreet thuggin

We got designer bags of the thunder Smashin' On brakes, stop ridin' my bumper

Shop stay open, just push my number 12 behind Me like a pimple, I bust them

In a foreign car, burnin' the rubber Trap house Jammin', I'm countin' a hundred

He push one button, shit started to stutter Good Gas, got me thinkin' bout supper

Shottas round me, yeah, I'm ridin' with gunners Black trucks, we ain't ridin' in Hummers