Big Truck Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Look, look, look, huh, huh
Sick of *** niggas from the city with that rappin’
They know I make it happen, I ain’t rappin’ (Uh-uh)
I’m on ***, man, ***, and I’m actin’ (Yeah)
He’ll diss me, ***, and I smashed him (Haha)
Pop your top with that, it’s up and stashed, it came so back together
***, I do you dirty, come through, swervin’ with that black barretta
Rolling Loud, want million-dollar cash, what ’bout Coachella?
I want that *** that make you flash, ’cause it smoke better
Racks on a *** ho’, racks, I just do it better
Racks, that lil’ *** broke, I put his ass on top to stretch
I’ll rob you on the second time I met you, ***
Talkin’ ’bout beefin’, when I meet you, greet you with a blitz
Man, I hate a *** ***
Yeah, I once had to shoot a *** ***
*** boy, I see you lookin’ at me
I had them young niggas in yours, waitin’ in bushes, ***
Youngin pop out, wavin’ with the rod, and he tryna cook a ***
I’ma act bad, and I’m gon’ flash out these thirty jiggers
Yeah, that’s my feelings ’bout my cousin, and we *** niggas
I’ma get him zipped, straight out the rip, that’s if he swervin’ with you
Claim that he rare, know who he is, he got ’em savin’ with you
I’m a big truck (What?)
Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up
We don’t give no ***, ***, play, we tryna *** somethin’
Tryna get my *** sucked, tell lil’ mama, “Let me feel somethin'”
I really be gone on Thanksgiving, them niggas inpersonatin’
Them *** niggas, they ain’t ’bout nothin’, and it’s two souls to hate me
I’ll rob you, ***, I’ll shoot you, ***, I’ll jack you out your paper
Take all my chains off, jumped in with five, I’m tryna face ’em
I don’t trust no ***, no
I know that that ho’ gon’ *** on anybody livin’ room
Nah, I’m with that street, come from that trench, pullin’ kick doors
They won’t let me body, wanna see a *** fall down
Want me to help ’em out or slit my throat, because they been broke
Yeah, I once had to shoot a *** ***
*** boy, I see you lookin’ at me
I had them young niggas in yours, waitin’ in bushes, ***
Youngin pop out, wavin’ with the rod, and he tryna cook a ***
I’ma act bad, and I’m gon’ flash out these thirty jiggers
Yeah, that’s my feelings ’bout my cousin, and we *** niggas
I’ma get him zipped, straight out the rip, that’s if he swervin’ with you
Claim that he rare, know who he is, he got ’em savin’ with you
I’m a big truck (What?)
Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up
We don’t give no ***, ***, play, we tryna *** somethin’
Tryna get my *** sucked, tell lil’ mama, “Let me feel somethin'”