BLACK TRUCKS

[Intro]
(ZiggyMadeIt)

[Verse]
Black trucks, back-to-tack, that's my type of shit
You can't name a bitch that loyal, why would I wife a bitch?
Mix the old me for a Cuban, that's that triflin' shit
Drive the rod, hit my face, I don't like that shit
Tell brodie whatever he wanna do, I'm with it, good or bad
Auntie asked me what I'm good at, I told her, "Selin' bags"
I know how to shake back, I was just down to my last
I been buzzin' in the city, shit been goin' up fast
Nigga think that he can fuck with me, tell him bet the stash
I ain't never used no stylist, don't need help with the swag
Every time I post a pic, know a couple niggas be mad
Let youngin drive the Rex, name a whip that we ain't had
Do your research, been piped up
Every chick I dealt with, I gave 'em game and piped them up
I was taught don't talk a lot 'cause these niggas be mic'd up
My OG still turnt up, these niggas ain't nothin' like us, let's prove it
When we pop out in the club, it's a movie
More niggas be tryna get in free than hoes, these niggas groupies
Run it up for ninety days, I done went through it
My nigga rich off scams, he got forty for a Truist
Watch your back, man, these streets wild
I'm the type to hide the paper, let the money pile
Brodie in the pen', gon' call back when he leave jail
I was too advanced in Kush 'bows since a child
Wanted shawty, but now she got a lot of miles
My lil' bro don't give a fuck, he been livin' wild
When they see a nigga ballin', they just try to foul
Everything I been through, you should be proud
The paper always on my side, it be there when I need it
Been peepin' the fake love, on the cool, you can keep it
Leavin' the yo at 5:00 a.m'll have a nigga sleepy
Tell a person no once, they'll stop speakin'
Mama know I'ma get it regardless
We don't shoot up houses, drop a bag, hit the target
Thinkin' 'bout that '63, know I need that Brabus
Pops gave a nigga the game, that's why I'm the sharpest
Love the ones who sit next to me
Every track I'm on, I'ma walk, I got the recipe
Wanna talk, hit my manager, ain't no textin' me
My nigga keep that 5 alive, he love to let 'em beat
When you see us, know our diamonds boxin'
3:00 a.m. in Houston, smokin' 'za at Hood Hibachi
I'm a real player, ain't playin' in no nail polish
Nigga play at the Grammy's, we gon' get it poppin'