BLACK TRUCK

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