McLaren Truck lyrics

Blrrd Nigga, we don't say: The biggest no more, nigga, he told you, this shit don't get no bigger, nigga BTTP, man, we bigger than the program, man, I stamp that I'm on some don shit today Okay, slidin' Phantom, Louis bandana, nigga, full of doja, Louis loafers Got sixty bitches in competition to win me over I tell the bitch, Slime him out now, bet she do what she 'posed to Kicked down the door, turnt the whole city up, can't go like Sosa Hate bein' sober, Aventador SVJ Roadster, twin toasters Young nigga stood ten in the feds, came out that bitch more colder Turnt your ho out, she had her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce, on gang My millions stuck in double digit, but that shit ain't enough I'm tryna be the first one jump out that McLaren truck My lil Chiraq ho, she love to fuck me to that Should've Ducked As soon we get the intel, that's the same day we gon' send him up, on gang If you bang CMO, as soon as you hear this, hold your blicky up My money, cars, and pistols up, McLaren truck can't come quick enough Till then, I'm turnin' that Spectre up, Ferrari still collectin' dust He made it off a shit bag, but he started off a vegetable I shoot like I'm kin to cuh 'nem from Golden State Got my more chicken than a fed tray on Thursday Celine bucket hat with the shades I'm quick to call up Trigga, man, he'll point that trigger at your face I paid eight thousand for this 'fit, I gotta rock it one more day, on gang Okay, slidin' Phantom, Louis bandana, nigga, full of doja, Louis loafers Got sixty bitches in competition to win me over I tell the bitch, Slime him out now, bet she do what she 'posed to Kicked down the door, turnt the whole city up, can't go like Sosa Hate bein' sober, Aventador SVJ Roadster, twin toasters Young nigga stood ten in the feds, came out that bitch more colder Turnt your ho out, she had 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 MATA bus I can go one-twenty in six seconds, ain't no catchin' us In Shiesty gang that we trust, fresh out the jail, four Richards up If I move my arm in this bitch, your ho gon' try to fuck I grew out my dreads just to whack somethin' and go get 'em cut Wanna make me proud? Go catch a face, call KD when you zip him up Ayy, pussy nigga, quit ball hoggin' that motion, turn your members up We migrated to FRTs, the feds pickin' them switches up That type of pressure we apply, we make gangsters go snitch on us If you panic up on a move, we label you freeze cup I kept tryna pull Hank out the car, but one of his feet was stuck, true story Okay, slidin' Phantom, Louis bandana, nigga, full of doja, Louis loafers Got sixty bitches in competition to win me over I tell the bitch, Slime him out now, bet she do what she 'posed to Kicked down the door, turnt the whole city up, can't go like Sosa Hate bein' sober, Aventador SVJ Roadster, twin toasters Young nigga stood ten in the feds, came out that bitch more colder Turnt your ho out, she had her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce, on gang