Lyrics:
Got a hundred pounds moving on the road
(Gas, gas)
Which way they gon' go? (Which way?)
I can tell nobody 'bout the plug (No way, no)
I can't let 'em
like a bass drum
I heard Cupid in my ear
He said he never saw better
I gave him a straight shot
And it hit me like a moving truck
Oh, like an atom
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
the neighbors
Beatin' loud, swoopin' like a caped crusader
Without the cape, without the tights
Her baby daddy was the type to have a truck like mine
No beach
destiny
You can stop by anytime
And maybe you'll find someone to lay some roots down next to you
Be more like the trees and less like the clouds stop
Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks
Throw my s*** in your hoopty or your luxury trucks
And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for 20 bucks
Digga shirts on some big body chicks
Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks
And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for twenty bucks
up the truck
Back up the truck
And Sensual
Put it on pedestal
Technical
All of my days
Moving the decimals
Mixing the chemicals
Going way out of my way
Around here
Summer love in the bed of a truck
With the cab lights glowin' like a spotlight
On both of us in a field full of grass
Lightnin' bugs lightin'
towered the creatures' enemy,
And so the two sea monsters closed for battle
Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye, stained ocean red
Moving close
on that do' and that X
(Down here) we push 26 sitting low to the flo'
And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow
(This year) I'm gonna switch it
The diamonds are irrigated, jewelry box getting rusted
I'm wanted across the country for leaving thousands of speakers combusted
20 wings from Red Snapper
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
Moving on a pale moonlight
Staring at the tail lights of the
Truck that rips the road apart
In front of me
I watch your right hand shifting
monsters closed for battle
Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye, stained ocean red
Moving close to their raft's side, the two men prayed as one
bottles as we flew by
Out past eleven, but our parents all knew why
We was some backroad runners
Summertime junkies, trucks soundin' like thunder
feels like a MIDGET is hanging from my necklace
I pulled up with a million trucks
Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks, ahh!
Pass the bottles,
short to BK brawl
Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (woo)
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bitch, suck my balls
You either smoke crack
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bentley truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me
storm moving in i survive the bloodhail
Moonwalk on the sun burning like a fire sale
Switchblade cut me up adding spikes to my truck
Someone shot me in
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
to leave a crack of a crack of a butt (yeah)
Make her lay down in a back of a back of a truck (truck)
And when she come up like a squirrel,
She just
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