Big Truck lyrics

[Intro]
(NeilaWorld)
Uh, look, look, look, huh, huh

[Verse 1]
Sick of b*tch n*ggas from the city with that rappin'
Huh, they know I make it happen, I ain't rappin'
Uh, uh, I'm on dope pack, b*tch, and I'm actin'
Yeah, he had dissed me, b*tch, and I smashed him
Pop your top with .30s, up in surgery, can't sew back together
b*tch, I do you dirty, come through swervin' with that black Beretta
Rolling Loud, one million dollar cash, what 'bout Coachella?
I want that sh*t that make you flash 'cause it smoke better
Racks on a n*gga, ho, racks, I just do it better
Racks, that lil' n*gga broke, I put his ass on top the stretcher
I'll rob you on the second time I met you, b*tch
Talk 'bout beefin', when I meet you, greet you with a blitz

[Chorus]
Man, I hate a pus*y n*gga
Huh, I once had to shoot a pus*y n*gga
Huh, pus*y boy, I see you lookin', n*gga
I had them young n*ggas in your yard waitin' in your bushes, n*gga
Youngin pop out waitin' with the rod and hе tryna cook a n*gga
I'ma act bad and I'm gon' flash off these thirty jiggas
Get in my feelings 'bout my cousin and wе murder n*ggas
I'ma get him zipped straight off the rip, that's if he swervin' with you
Claim that he real, know who he is, you got 'em servin' with you
I'm a big truck, what?
Roll off them pills inside the field, I cannot slip up
We don't give no f*cks, n*gga play, we tryna kill somethin'
Tryna get my di*k sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"
[Verse 2]
I really be doin' them things that them n*ggas 'personatin'
Them pus*y n*ggas, they ain't 'bout nothin' and they some soldier hatin'
I'll rob you, b*tch, I'll shoot you, b*tch, I'll jack you out your paper
Take all my chains off, jumped in with five, I'm tryna face 'em
I don't trust no b*tch, no
I know that that ho gon' f*ck on anybody lit around
Know I'm with that sh*t, come from that trench, pullin' kick doors
They won't let me ball, they wanna see a n*gga fall down
Want me to help 'em out or slit my throat because they been broke

[Chorus]
Man, I hate a pus*y n*gga
Huh, I once had to shoot a pus*y n*gga
Huh, pus*y boy, I see you lookin', n*gga
I had them young n*ggas in your yard waitin' in your bushes, n*gga
Youngin pop out waitin' with the rod and he tryna cook a n*gga
I'ma act bad and I'm gon' flash off these thirty jiggas
Get in my feelings 'bout my cousin and we murder n*ggas
I'ma get him zipped straight off the rip, that's if he swervin' with you
Claim that he real, know who he is, you got 'em servin' with you
I'm a big truck, what?
Roll off them pills inside the field, I cannot slip up
We don't give no f*cks, n*gga play, we tryna kill somethin'
Tryna get my di*k sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"