Fuck in the Truck

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Young Mase] More Dozen shit! Volume number 2 Produced by Mr. Porter Kon Artist, what up? (One more time y'all) Swifty McVeigh, what up? (Lets go y'all) Kuniva I see you (Here we go y'all) DJ Young Mase aka Mixtape General Let's go! [Hook: Kon Artis] Yellow, you know I know that's wassup That's the reason for all the gnac in your cup So go ahead girl, sip it up, sip it up! In a rush we just gon' fuck in the truck I know you used to having your way Niggas falling over you daily Sometimes you wanna just do your thang Let a nigga fuck out your brains [Verse 1: Kuniva] I know you hear it all the time But you ain't heard it from me A lot of guys would pay for it But I get it for free And I ain't tryna talk you to death So I'll be brief: If you smoke, here's a little something for you to chief See, this movie's getting boring The Henny got you warm Plus you looking like a stunt double for Melyssa Ford I see you smilin', sexy little glancin' Licking on your lips and you welcome my advances Pretty Young Thing didn't know she liked it rough 'Til she ripped my clothes off and pulled out her Handcuffs - sho nuff all over me, so it's only right That I give it to her like a mad man with a knife And she's loving it! Scratching me up, push me off Turned around and started backing me up, that's what The fuck I be talking about, girl A freak in disguise, banged her perm out And left her ass sleeping high [Hook: Kon Artis] Yellow, you know I know that's wassup That's the reason for all the gnac in your cup So go ahead girl, sip it up, sip it up! In a rush we just gon' fuck in the truck I know you used to having your way Niggas falling over you daily Sometimes you wanna just do your thang Let a nigga fuck out your brains [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] I see you wyling, hands/legs over me while I'm driving One of them out the window, 5 miles per hour Sipping amaretto like a champ, and I'm proud of you! Still flexible, double-jointed, I can't argue Everybody staring as you drive through I continue to pull over to the first curb I find, boo I take it you wanna be in control, actin' lowkey You can take it slow, but no dominatrix on me You said you wouldn't call me, scared that I'ma talk shit I love the way you bend it in the middle of an argument I don't let my cards out, I don't play the game I'm doing what you wanted before I told you my name I'm McVeigh, it's just me, no disrespect You wearing Donna Karen, and I got on a V-neck We let it get this way, we'll remain If you doubt me, I'll grab you and fuck out your brains [Hook: Kon Artis] Yellow, you know I know that's wassup That's the reason for all the gnac in your cup So go ahead girl, sip it up, sip it up! In a rush we just gon' fuck in the truck I know you used to having your way Niggas falling over you daily Sometimes you wanna just do your thang Let a nigga fuck out your brains