All Black Trucks lyrics

[Intro]
A lot of y'all n*ggas not from the Eastside
Let's put it like that
A lot of y'all n*ggas was born
Y'all n*ggas from the suburbs, just shut the f*ck up and listen
So you could get this money
With your broke funny-lookin' ass
b*tch
Dog sh*t Records
Yeah, that's who you need to sign to
Dog sh*t Records
You can tell it's me
All black trucks, b*tch, you can tell it's me
I'm crawlin' through the street, Forgis on the SUV
Bulletproof everything, no wastin' time, b*tch
You know what I'm becomin', you know what's goin' on
Don't know what he sayin', ain't talkin' on no phone
Thousand-dollar cologne
I'm smellin' like a brick, I'm walkin' like a— Ghetto

[Chorus]
Yeah, all black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (Yeah)
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (Bulletproof the SUV)
The sh*t we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (Yeah)
Come sign to Dog sh*t Records, make a hundred in your sleep (Dog sh*t, n*gga, yeah)
All black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (Black trucks)
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (Bulletproof the SUV)
The sh*t we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (You only seein' on TV)
Come sign to Dog sh*t Records, make a hundred in your sleep (Come sign up)
[Verse]
Black rubber bands on the dog sh*t, I like my money neat (I like my money neat)
Black Chrome Heart glasses, clear tint so I could see (Uh-huh)
Black Forgis on the black Rover, crawlin' through the street (Ghetto)
It's black suits and black dresses, ever cross me, you deceased (Scary-ass n*gga)
I done seen it all, I done it all, you can't be talkin' sh*t to me (Can't be talkin' sh*t to me)
You ever packed it up and stayed in small towns for some weeks? (Have you?)
A bag of chips and some noodles the only thing you can eat? (That's all you can eat?)
Just campin' out at a junkie house chasin' after cheese? (I remember that)
I can speak this sh*t fluently, you know this sh*t is me (Know this sh*t is me)
Fifty P's in the mail, you know we sold 'em in a week (It's gone)
I ain't gotta touch the soft no more, I'm rappin' on these beats (Yeah)
The sh*t don't even make sense no more, a brick so f*ckin' cheap (Thirteen racks)
f*ck her doggystyle like an animal, b*tch, I'm a beast (Yeah, b*tch)
Make her suck all on this di*k and, b*tch, I better not feel no teeth (I better not feel nothin')
I done f*cked on rat b*tches on the West and on the East (I swear to God)
I'm just a dirty-ass n*gga, you know me, you know me (Dirty-ass n*gga, haha)
But I'm a classy-ass n*gga, dressin' like I 'posed to be (b*tch)
Don't give a f*ck who you name, they can't put it on like me (I don't give a f*ck who you name, n*gga)
When these lil' n*ggas get dressed, who you think they come and see? (Me)
I told the b*tch to tat my name if you really love me, yeah (Go tat my name if you really love me, b*tch)

[Interlude]
What the f*ck you say, Smerf? You talkin' 'bout that b*tch P back on that old sh*t, feel the feeling
That sh*t sound crazy, don't it?
I swear to God
This sound like the old P
Yeah
On some sh*t like that, for real
b*tch
[Chorus]
Yeah, all black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (Yeah)
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (Bulletproof the SUV)
The sh*t we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (You only seein' on TV)
Come sign to Dog sh*t Records, make a hundred in your sleep (Aw yeah)
All black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (Aw yeah)
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (Ah)
The sh*t we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (You only seein' on TV)
Come sign to Dog sh*t Records, make a hundred in your sleep (Dog sh*t in your sleep, n*gga)

[Outro]
Let me do the adlibs on that last one, that b*tch was jumpin'
(You recordin', Smerf?)
You need a bulletproof truck on the Eastside
That make sense to you? Peezy got one, why you ain't got yours?
You ain't Ghetto enough for a bulletproof truck, b*tch
You ain't got, you ain't got it