lirik lagu black truck – the biz
(biz)
yeah, uh
what’s the deal
g biz
(papa thiv)
papa thiv
(biz)
what up stat?
(papa thiv)
we runnin this rap sh-t
(biz)
uh, what up m-ss?
what up fam?
this how we do son, this how we do son
yo, yo i push a black truck, funds get stacked up
too many wanna act tough, then they f-ckin’ pack slugs
my goons push acuras, black and red
and put the louisville slugger to the back of your head
i’m back in the pit, keep your shorty actin’ at biz
tell that b-tch to keep cooking, show her what mackin’ is
she think she havin’ kids, torch heat like mavericks
keep talkin’, who else you hoes know that rap like this yo
half pimp, half business brain
shorties hanging on the limbs, giving biz this brain
y’all know the name, know we vain, f-ckin’ insane
swervin’ through the rain, y’all already know what i’m sayin’
it’s basic wordplay, already said that you herbs g-y
only time you ever touchin’ cake is your birthday
rest plastic, like daddy’s bad habit
maddy havin mad rabbits gladly had, that’s a savage dude
can’t f-ck with you cause she got bad att-tude
we at mad alt-tudes, showin’ little grat-tude
put this gat on you, and then i’ll have to splatter you
it’s pattern dude, this is what you when when nothin’ matters to you
simply flattered, i got wings in havana
one love to my nana never speak in proper grammar
never sleep with delta gamma, hide guns from the camera
i son with all bananas most run or they scan him
when they see me and stat pullin up in that benz
all a sudden wanna act like we best of friends
it’s like america and them mexicans
drug war sh-t, dps motherf-cker
(papa thiv)
been had a black truck, i brought the crew too
we ridin’ masked up, you can’t tell who’s who
half of us strapped up, ready to shoot you
i bet you read about us in the news dude
i know only a third of what they claim is true
believe that’s not papa, cause he paid his dues
that’s why we ride around in benzos that’s navy blue
major moves, in crazy coupes why you think i hate you dudes?
loubiton red bottoms on, that’s my bottom b-tch
she got a lotta louie on, and that prada sh-t
last time she seen a n-gga that was poppin sh-t
she reached in her purse, and started poppin clips
been pushin tough whips past munchkins that’s frontin
dumplings and whack rappers what my lunch is
heater to your back if you near me tryna stunt b-tch
i gotta make it hot if you don’t show me where them funds is
dps the squad, so n-gga say something
and the same day we got beef cookin in the oven
with crack on the stove and a mask on my nose
cause a verse is a brick b-tch i’m past spittin o’s
you f-ggots should know that rap is a joke
cause i’m battling these clowns straight lackin in flow
i don’t act like i ho i’d rather p-ss on the dough
and f-cking stabbin a & r’s just for asking me yo
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