G5 Truck Lyrics

Fuck that G5 truck

We need a beater

We doing sum spinning

They gone hold me up

Swerving the streets

Like we wanting attention

Bitch don't need my love

She want a nigga

Who handle his business

Jay ain't been known for mishandling digits

Stomping him out fore we rambling wit em

Aye

Love my dawgs

Just like I love my vices

I can't be high all day

Everything come with prices

She'll a lil snack I'm biting

She a lil too excited

Think I'm too high to pipe it

Ahh

She eat me up

Then wipe me off

Bet I put my momma in a house on a hill

Fore' you ever see a nigga put chains on me

Step on a young nigga head

Bitch where is my bread?

Don't run no games on me

Remember them days I was speeding

Hempstead

Had lungs full of gas

And a tank on E

Everybody wind up dead

Sometimes I be thinking it can't be the same for me

Who really told me that fame was cheap

Nobody out here to blame but me

Chasing the stack been a daily thing

Been praying to my Black God faithfully

Jay be giving the game for free

If I lie one time I'll change the beat

She tryna show off the fenty I bought her

Okay baby now that's what I came to see

Fuck that G5 truck

We need a beater

We doing sum spinning

They gone hold me up

Swerving the streets

Like we wanting attention

Bitch don't need my love

She want a nigga

Who handle his business

Jay ain't been known for mishandling digits

Stomping him out fore we rambling wit em

Fuck that G5 truck

I wanna breathe in peace

I don't wear jewelry

But when I be glowing

It's always a Jesus piece

I told myself ima get me a Audi

And watch all the seats bleed

I manifested the greatest of shit

Since I started at 16

Only real reason I ain't tryna die

Cause my family gone miss me

I know some hoes that's gone hop in the casket

To still try to kiss me

While I'm alive ima do what I want

Get this money in 10 speeds

I don't make memories just for the night

We be up making history

Whip an aquarium

Who got the hookup on where I can tint these

Smoking exotic but not as exotic

As where my new bitch be

I need my wifey to be on her own

And not try to be trendy

We'll get Olive Garden when we ready

For now we at Wendy's

Fuck that G5 truck

We need a beater

We doing sum spinning

They gone hold me up

Swerving the streets

Like we wanting attention

Bitch don't need my love

She want a nigga

Who handle his business

Jay ain't been known for mishandling digits

Stomping him out fore we rambling with em

AYE