Lyrics:
the way, I'm in my Peterbilt
(Peterbilt)
Drive a hundred miles, past the landfill
(Landfill) step in front this truck
You gon' get killed (Get killed)
I'm voting for Trump
Cause that's what Jesus wants
Gonna drive out to the polls
Sporting my Truck Nutz
I'm voting for Trump
Cause he'll let me drive
survive?
You couldn't move through my terrain even in 4-wheel drive
And I'm your highness finest
You hungry? Try this buy this livest
I take my rap
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
this rap game locked
You could call the warden
Give hoes cock, then I'm gone by morning
I'm gone
Bitch, do I look like your type?
Don't get me wrong
You
got the Audi coupe, got my girl the Benz truck
Fresh fit, kicks probably cost your rent balance
Always humble, I ain't saying this to be bragging
Momma
as well be walking
As to drive this old Ford.
Almost everytime I try
To go and pass a truck,
If I ain't goin' down hill,
Dad, I'm, out of luck.
And even if
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
a man
So I stay awake and I force myself to drive
And I stay happy now until the moment I arrive
Then they keep you at your desk. You're under arrest
community
And have been spending winters there ever since
Have you ever been in an expensive truck
In anticipation of what's ahead
Don't worry I'll drive
to gettin there
I've been waitin all week girl
For you to show me around your world
I'll get you home by midnight
I'll be pullin up in my truck
You'll come
back to where you were
And tell me where your headed
I wanna get stuck
Girl you might in luck
She said stuck
Wanna get four by four in over my head
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
and I said
Now did you come by the name on your truck Giddyup Go
Well he said I got it from my pop
Dad used to drive a truck that's what mom talked about
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
Helluva made this beat, baby
Haa
Meek, you got your strap?
Ain't nothin' to talk 'bout
Let's get it
I don't sleep on no beef
(We ain't
smile think of me for a little while
I'll be by your side
Yeah Drive
Taillights fading farther away from me
burning up I-75 running down a dream
up in
smile
think of me for a little while
I'll be by your side
Yeah Drive
Taillights fading farther away from me
burning up I-75 running down a dream
up in
the
Same truck same drive same job when I get there
Baby it ain’t fair the way you get to me
Same house same chores
Same guy just yours
Where people know you by your first name
What kinda truck you drive
How your team did back in high school
So you can't lie
Better watch out who you
tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
Hot gun half a bird man I ride like that
I ain't even tryna swerve I just drive like that
I got a overseas bae rubbing my feet, Im hitting your line by the end of the week
Maserati with the top down on ocean drive, You wildnin'
Saint
Wait
Roll Up
I’m gone off Gelato
Kooln wit a lil thick chick
Who think she the shit
Cuz she drive a nice auto
N I’m just really tryna ball wit her
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