4 Door Truck

Lyrics

[Intro: Perm] Boom, boom Niggas know Trust me, D6, D6 [Chorus: Grizzy] Talk about skengs in a four door truck Man I've been about on the Hill Never seen that four door come (Never) Trynna bring racks in the bando Then I count all that up (Grizzy One Fiddy) Them niggas are bootin' and missin' But they're rappin' all that crud Everybody gon' get bun (Get bun) They wanna be cool with the crew (Move, move) Them niggas ain't getting no money They rap about two and a Q (Dickhead) Talk about man they shot But really we do it to you (Do it to you) I don't really talk just shoot I might see you on the news I might see you on the news [Verse 1: Grizzy] All my young boys love juk (Juk, juk, juk) If I have my hands on the MAC Believe me, you'll hear that whoosh (Whoosh) Them niggas are rappin' but lyin' But I'm really here in the hood (Deya) Seen a opp boy get shot, seen a opp boy get juk (Juk) Can't see them man on the street But they're doin' all that rap (All that rap) Most of them mandem are neeks Should've stayed in school like Zac (Lil' Zac) All my youngers are savage They're cattin' to grab on the steel Got a bando in cunch And I got a bando on the Hill Opp niggas-opp niggas talk about us But we don't really talk about them Juk, juk from a young age How I got all this rep Most of them man have been shot But they wan' talk on net (Jokeman) Still walk with the skeng on me You can get corned like Tev (Bow) Seen a boy run with his juk Seen a boy run with his mash (Move, move) If a opp boy try diss me you can get bun like Zac Still in the-still in the bando in Tulse I'm in love with the cash (Grizzy One Fiddy) That nigga got corn in his arm The other got one in his hat (Real shit) [Verse 2: Perm] On the Drive with the guys, won't lack Drill a truck, make that shit crash (Skrr) Roll the window down from the back seat Bet I see bare niggas dash (Runnin' legs) Get a round of applause for these niggas Man don't chat, man clap (Boom, bow) Got my young G's out in the dinger Skeng moving like Mad Max (Skeng) In the back with Ted, with Kay Man tryna trap, trap, trap (Get guwop) Get blammed on the mains in the face My nigga tryna take off hats (Fuckboys) Never seen him in the field, plus that nigga got shanked And they talk about lyin' on YouTube Don't let me talk 'bout facts Get a man down with the broom or hand ting Boom, boom, boom (Boom) In the trap, man's sittin' with cats Chillin' with bare drug fumes (Trap, trap) Them man don't wanna spill no juice Just rap 'pon tunes (Chatty ting) Get the drop when Pacman about Man'll just drill that too (Brrr) Hella chat from my shotty Boom, bow, man I still do it with two (Niggas know) Already drilled up his boss Mind how you chat, man'll drill that too Put shit on my name Fuck man's friends 'cause they're smokin' food (Fuck niggas) Free my right hand S Can't forget V, man, free him too (Boom, bow, free S) [Verse 3: M Dargg] From the A with the guys they know And they just wan' twitter man (I ain't into that) On the other side with that big guy Three shots, man lick a man (Duh, duh, duh) YM dip-dip a man Hold three shots, three dots, that's a different tan (Boom, boom) In the cut, bare skrrt-skrrt-skrrt when man with Clippa Dan It's big Dargg, I'm on fire with my young guys They move green like frog They're like, "Dargg, opps wan' kill your ting" I'm like, "rah, them man just talk" (Just talk) We ain't into talk, we don't really talk too much We don't really talk, just walk (Just walk) Grizzy on mains, Jazo couple UpTop Man knockin' on your door wagwan [Verse 4: Black] Them man don't want smoke, clipper, I get the thirty (Clipper) Trap all week in the bando, nigga, I get that Fours of each, I break it down and stack that (Stack that) They say they're bangin', brudda, they just rap that (Rappers) Call me Billy, dotty on me like I'm a hillbilly (Billy) Ride broad day, "Ash I don't see nothin'" Fuck it let's go Hilly, I need to catch me a opp pack (Opp pack) 86, what? 'Round here mandem have to K that Tin face, Wiper, young boys been cattin' to spray that (Young boys) I don't rap, I just trap Ramesha on my hip so I don't lack (Never) Juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, man just juk him Free the guys, free the team Damn I miss 'em 17 gang man's shoot start itchin' (17 gang man's shoot start itchin') [Chorus: Grizzy] Talk about skengs in a four door truck Man I've been about on the Hill Never seen that four door come (Never) Trynna bring racks in the bando Then I count all that up (Grizzy One Fiddy) Them niggas are bootin' and missin' But they're rappin' all that crud Everybody gon' get bun (Get bun) They wanna be cool with the crew (Move, move) Them niggas ain't getting no money They rap about two and a Q (Dickhead) Talk about man they shot But really we do it to you (Do it to you) I don't really talk just shoot I might see you on the news I might see you on the news