Black Truck (feat. T4ne48) Video (MV)

Look, I f*cked her in the black truck, now she think that I'm a boss
And I got paper, I can afford it, but can't afford to take a loss
Know we sticked up like a tree, run down, you want to, that's your loss
Designer drip, I can't pronounce the name, or tell you what it cost
Came a long way up from stealing shoes in middle school and all
SRT the label, bitch, we havin' turned up off the raw
Grab your scale, go work your phone, hop in that car, nigga, get it off
I got a Rollie on my wrist, this bitch on shine, the lights is off
And don't just tell me you want love lil' baby, suck it out my balls
In the hallways, pushin' weight, like, f*ck my teacher's and the law
Bitch ain't on none of my socials, but I'm beatin' down her walls
These days, these niggas switchin', hoppin' gangs just like some frogs
Bitch I got aim, I shoot percise, I been then bust you through the fog
My hoe, pissed, say she bout to leave, I'm in the yo, been ducking calls
Warm the strike up, we ain't drove it in a minute, niggas dissin
That's a one-way ticket right up to them members, foe don't slide
Drop the window down and get close on your ticket
It Ain't a million, ten to do it, we too deep up in the trenches
Who was there layin' by my side when that draco got to spitting
Nobody, so this button stay real close to my kidney
Right hand, it's a four, muddy drink, I'm steady sippin
I was lookin' for some love, but shit, I found em in the trenches
Hangin' with some vultures, we gon' sculpt the scene
And wet up the whole street, drop the drum
Grab the Vec, 42, steady on repeat, my pain is rare
This ain't normal, A.R.P. pokin' out my jeans
Don't even try it, this a fully, I be quick to clear the scene
These bitches quick to f*ck us all, so think before you turn it into beef
Left hand grippin' on the wheel, my right hand tryin' to let it sing
This ain't no regular soda, this ain't runnin', quick to make you sneeze
Can't even speak on what I know, cause you gon' know that I'm a threat
We still pop out in the zone, it's the four on me
And right at his neck, niggas dissin' for the vlogs
While they mans just end up stretched, I still answer
Collect calls, pressin' zero for the Jakes
On fourth and one, we never punt, all we know is runnin' stretch
On fourth and one, we never stretch, shit, all we know is first to shoot
Hoppin' SRTs and slide this block, and spray shit out this coupe
My nigga in the kitchen playin' Betty Crocker, whip it, f*ckin' food
I don't like the window shoppin', talk the f*ck you tryin' to do
Balenciaga shoes, my belt's some paper, plus the shirt is rude
Getting them in for cheaper, bitch, so I don't want to buy none from you
And I've been out here taxin' for these grams like Uncle Sam
Cat fast, it got a whine, bitch, this a Durango not no Ram
My pretty bitch, take trips to Cali, she just came out with a tan
I could lock you in with SRT, just don't be actin' like no fan
Said I could bust a bow on the road or punch some cards, I like to scam
I'm with the beef, I don't eat pork, so I ain't f*ckin' with no
Thick bitch, she can throw that ass all type of ways, I'm like, goddamn
I done f*cked her in the black truck, got her thinkin' I'm the man