McLaren Truck

Brrt
Nigga, we don't say the biggest no more, nigga
He told you, this sh*t don't get no bigger, nigga
BTTP, man, we bigger than the program, man, I stamp that
I'm on some dumb sh*t today

Okay, slide in Phantom, Louis bandana, nigga, fully doja, Louis loafers
Got sixty bitches in competetion to wham me over
I told the b*h, "Slime him out now," bet she do what she 'possed to
Kick down the door, turnt the whole city up, can't go like Sosa
Hate bein' sober, Aventador SVJ roaster, twenty toasters
Young nigga stood ten in the feds, came out that b*h more colder
Turnt your ho out, she in her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce (On gang)

My [?] stuck in double digits, but that sh*t ain't enough
I'm tryna be the first one jump out that McLaren truck
My lil' Chiraq ho, she love to f* me to that "Should've Ducked"
As soon as we get the intel, that's the same day we gon' send him up (On gang)
If you bangin' [?], as soon you hear this, hold your blick up
My money causin' pistols up, McLaren truck, can't come quick enough
To then I'm turnin' they spectre off, Ferrari still collectin' duff
He made it off a sh*t bag, but he started off a vegetable
I shoot like I'm [?], cuh 'em from Golden State
Got my more chicken than a [?] Tray on Thursday
Celine buckethead with the shades
I'm quick to call up Trigga, mane, he'll point that trigger at your face
I paid eight thousand for this fit, I gotta rock it one more day (Okay, gang)

Okay, slide in Phantom, Louis bandana, nigga, fully doja, Louis loafers
Got sixty bitches in competetion to wham me over
I told the b*h, "Slime him out now," bet she do what she 'possed to
Kick down the door, turnt the whole city up, can't go like Sosa
Hate bein' sober, Aventador SVJ roaster, twenty toasters
Young nigga stood ten in the feds, came out that b*h more colder
Turnt your ho out, she in her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce (On gang)

Turnt your ho out, she count her first ticket in a 'Rari truck
New bulletproof Cybertruck, I used to ride the MARTA bus
I can go one-twenty in six seconds, ain't no catchin' us
In Shiesty Gang [?], fresh out the jail, four [?] off
If I move my arm in this b*h, your ho go tryna f*
I grew out my dreads just to whack somethin' and go get them cut
Won't make me proud, go catch a face, call KD when you zip him up
Ayy, pussy nigga quit ball [?] their motion, turn your members up
We migrated to FRTs, the feds pickin' 'em switches up
That type of pressure we applyin', we make gangsters go snitch on us
If you panic upon a move, we label you freeze cup
I kept tryna pull a hank out the car [?], one of his feet was stuck (True story)

Okay, slide in Phantom, Louis bandana, nigga, fully doja, Louis loafers
Got sixty bitches in competetion to wham me over
I told the b*h, "Slime him out now," bet she do what she 'possed to
Kick down the door, turnt the whole city up, can't go like Sosa
Hate bein' sober, Aventador SVJ roaster, twenty toasters
Young nigga stood ten in the feds, came out that b*h more colder
Turnt your ho out, she in her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce (On gang)