
black truck - foolkeal lyrics
[intro]
keal sweatshop, 2025 n*gga
yeah
[prechorus]
flippin’ through metaphors, i’m tryna write me a song, yeah, yeah, cuz i had a bad day
we*we in a black truck, we pull up to louis store, she want a bag and i told her, okay
turnin’ the page and i flip through the memories, thinkin’ to myself how i miss auntie gaye
these 808s jumpin’, i’m tellin’ my story, but n*ggas can’t help what i do anyway
[chorus]
i’m with ya hoe and i’m gettin’ mad free throws, huh, like sga
i’m goin’ through a lot, but i’m still writin’ music, these n*ggas don’t know got a lot on my plate
i’m switchin’ my flows and evolvin’ my sound, but you already know that these n*ggas gon hate
i looked in her eyes and i told her shе pretty, but i already know i’m too good for eight
[verse]
rockin’ high fashion, i’m livin’ in fеar, but i already know i’m not dyin’ today
sleepin’ on me and i’m gettin’ a lil’ better, but n*ggas is still scared to come out and play
my flow gettin’ faster, my pen gettin’ better, these n*ggas is scared of the flow i convey
that hoe that you cuffin you already know fool keal hit her up, anyday
told y’all n*ggas, take off your shoes, or get out my residence
couple bands up in my pockets, yeah, i got h*lla presidents
how the f*ck you grown and broke, that sh*t don’t make any sense
you the type to get hacked by indian n*ggas on anydesk
you the type to drop a couple racks on a f*cking onlyfans
the hoe that you was posted up layin’ with, she a f*ckin’ fan
yo n*gga, be cheatin’ when you not home, get yo f*ckin’ mans
n*ggas wasn’t good at school, n*ggas was playin’ clash of clans
i could pull up to yo’ spot, yo’ city, anything and do my dance
i never really cared if i got caught cheating ima own up to it and take the chance
i don’t even care if y’all n*ggas together, i’ma pull up on yo’ girl and i’ma put her in a trance
she was in black truck with fool keal, and she was like, can you put on cult classic perchance
[prechorus]
flippin’ through metaphors, i’m tryna write me a song, yeah, yeah, cuz i had a bad day
we*we in a black truck, we pull up to louis store, she want a bag and i told her, okay
turnin’ the page and i flip through the memories, thinkin’ to myself how i miss auntie gaye
these 808s jumpin’, i’m tellin’ my story, but n*ggas can’t help what i do anyway
[chorus]
i’m with ya hoe and i’m gettin’ mad free throws, huh, like sga
i’m goin’ through a lot, but i’m still writin’ music, these n*ggas don’t know got a lot on my plate
i’m switchin’ my flows and evolvin’ my sound, but you already know that these n*ggas gon hate
i looked in her eyes and i told her she pretty, but i already know i’m too good for eight
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