Lyrics:
a hundred dollar slab
13 hundred for a baby, pussy nigga do the math
Tractor-trailer truck and its full of that mid (wow)
Caravan baby and its loaded down
chocolate, Cinderella
Trap off a tractor-trailer (tractor)
Blue paper stuck together
Bad bitch gon' fuck my bezel (for sure)
Strapped up with heavy metal
Let's rent a tractor trailer
And sleep right in the car
Don't need a destination
Let's drive until we're far
Don't need a map we'll wing it
Don't
and I tote a pistol on the first date
I pull up in a Bentley and I give they ass the business
Tractor trailer full of midget, nigga come and get it
stealing a tractor trailer from Wal-Mart
An 18 wheeler, he's peeling rubber the bird takes flight down turnpikes
Three hundred thousand dollars worth
A broken heart, a tractor trailer and a foreign car
I've got every single thing, I should've said memorized
For the minute that car of hers pulls up
i think i could love somebody now
while a tractor trailer burns
we were driving
we were moving
now we’re sitting on the side of the highway
collision
on fire off the top, might wanna back up the data
Runnin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer
Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater
Don't
Anything is possible if Gucci can do it (it's Gucci)
Tractor trailer full of kush, bet Gucci could move it
Used to drive a Buick, now a Rolls Royce (right)
There's peanut dust and corn husk drifting through the air tonight
The marching band's warming up under the football lights
There's tractor
tractor trailers ponys
What chu mean
Bag of beans
Same one from the magazines
Two AK's three magazines
Make a stupid horror scene
Orange Ferrari
motivator, I got 20 pounds of purp, in my refrigerator
So damn an investergator, when I re-up they bring it in a tractor trailer.
I'm the king of Decatur
the boy got heat
Tractor trailer jumpin' out the freight like "Beep" (beep)
This ain't a mixtape, all my bricks cost a fee (skrrt)
I-20 Gucci Mane,
wanna sell you some
Tractor trailer, another metric tonne
Grade A it's excellent, honor roll no cap and gown
I'm with Gucci gang but I ain't Lil Pump
sellin' drugs
Tractor-trailer pull up on my way to re-up
I know when you stay down, that's the way you T up
European stylin', I go from the feet up
Triple beam to a digital scale, I got work in the mail
Clientele, I need a tractor trailer and a Ms Griselda
And I ain't into failure, and I don't even
mustard boy, so catch it up 'cause I think I'm so swagged up
Back on that dope shit tractor, trailer, boat shit
Cookin' up that coke quick, cookin' up
road running
Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep comin'
Tractor trailer in the morning won't stop jugging
Every month I make 4 hundred, I'm
always road running
Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep comin'
Tractor trailer in the morning won't stop jugging
Every month I make 4 hundred, I'm
later
House and land, square foot and acre
Car and van, tractor and trailer
Mek di dough group up in di baker
Cyah stop now, mah guh link yuh later
Good
fuckin' with reggie
Tractor trailer with pounds just touched
Down up at the Jeffries
Then I'm off, 'bout to hit another Lick
‘Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax
Gon' turn to a four
Don't trap on the block if you don't belong
Straps in my jeans but
I ain't talkin' Girbauds
Box of cocaine on a tractor trailer
Attack you mentally, you know I would get you
Gorilla shots, you figure out what animal bit you
Tractor trailer from the side hit you
Tryin' to figure what
For stopping her car in the middle of the road
And the tractor trailer behind her, and the van behind it
Whisking a turtle off the road
Thank you god
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