Black Truck Lyrics by MudBaby Ru
Tuh, tuh, ayy, let me fire my—
I’m sharin’ with Lil Terry, nigga (Hmm)
Ayy, let me fire my ‘Wood up
40 Boy Ent, put your ass on a—
Yeah, you know it
Ayy, ayy (Lil Terry on the beat)
Ayy, ayy
If a bad bitch can get dick, she can get fit for a skirt or a birkin (Let’s go, let’s go)
They book me for a show, it’s left to right, look like we swag surfin’ (Huh, you know we wall to wall)
All I see is bad bitches, French tips, ass twerkin’ (Shakin’ ass)
All I see is mad niggas, can’t drop a ten, his bag hurtin’ (This bitch can’t drop a dub)
Huh, you can’t step up in my function, how you hatin’ and can’t get in? (Let’s go)
Bitch, I’m outside with my twin (Skrrt, skrrt), we dropped the top and spinned the Benz (Skrrt)
Lil’ bro just hit me, said, “Come back,” I said, “Aight,” we spent again (Ayy, what’s the move?)
I pulled up on him, he got homies and they got homies, and they brought friends (Yeah, huh)
Come on, it’s ’bout five hoes up in this black truck
This bitch big and bulletproof, a black wing truck, you cannot catch us (Skrrt)
All this smoke, I’m smokin’ good, straight out the ‘bow, you cannot match us (I’m smokin’ ‘bows)
Bro on lit shit, get too close, he on that car, make nigga back up (Ayy, bag him up)
Huh, frrt, frrt, frrt, yeah, he scared of that button
And man, I knew I shouldn’t have trust these hoes, they callin’ up they brothers
Huh, frrt, frrt, frrt, we tappin’ heads with them buttons
Nigga try to take somethin’ off my neck, he dead for that bluffin’
Huh, I look at bro, he look at me, he know I’m mad (I’m mad as fuck)
I can’t believe he almost let a ho take out the bag (Damn, damn)
I still blame myself, ’cause damn, I almost went out sad
We was thinkin’ with our dick, I’m glad I always keep a mag (I dropped the key)
Come on, I’m glad I always keep a ski
I’m maskin’ up when I’m with hoes so they can barely see it’s me (A sneaky link)
Four hoes left up in this black truck, I’m keepin’ one eye on the street (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma take that down to three when I find out who played with me
Huh, come on, now it’s two hoes up in this black truck
Me and bro on two V two, tryna peep out who tried to whack us (Who did it?)
I can’t wait ’til I find out, put her in blunts and then go match her (Frrt, frrt)
I can’t wait ’til I find out, rotate the ho and then go pass her (There’s smoke now)
Come on, now we down to the last bitch
Open her phone and read her messages, my location in her shit (Ah, grrah, brraow, brraow, brraow)
She tried to get a drop, tried to set the play, but I’m dyin’ for what’s on my wrist (That bitch was in my pants)
Ho can’t get me touched, if you get me scraped, we gon’ spin behind that shit (Damn)
Come on, now it’s no hoes up in this black truck
This bitch big and bulletproof, a black wing truck, you cannot catch us (Skrrt)
Bitch, we smokin’ good, straight out the ‘bow, hell nah, you cannot match us (We smokin’ ‘bows)
Bro on lit shit, get too close, he on that car, make nigga back up (Ayy, bag him up)
Huh, frrt, frrt, frrt, yeah, he scared of that button
And man, I knew I shouldn’t have trust these hoes, they callin’ up they brothers
Huh, frrt, frrt, frrt, we tappin’ heads with them buttons
Nigga try to take somethin’ off my neck, he dead for that bluffin’
Skrrt, frrt, frrt
Ayy, let my fire my ‘Wood up
I gotta mask up in this bitch, man
A nigga just jammed trunk up in the booth, man
The fuck?