Gats N' Trucks Video (MV)

Imma hood country nigga I like big gats and big trucks
Get a drop on nem' niggas then we load up n go hunt
Ion f*ck wit niggas so I keep my steel wit me
Miss the dead, been gone for years I feel they still wit me
Put my head down while I'm running up this paper
These niggas ain't shit where I'm from they ah' turn they blood into a caper
Treat her like Beyoncé, she gon' Dance For Me then I Slay Her
Don't want amends or new friends, ain't no clickin' up or makin' up
Used to be up all night tryna make a song, smoking doja n' poppin hydros
Can't blame a broke nigga for turning evil, I know how they dog you when you ain't gotta bone
On they block tryna catch us one, whole squad full of Karl Malones
Mail man, send these hallows at f*cking head once we find yo home
Struggling Whatchu' know about it?
Rob the pizza man that was me and Mike
Put all my pain inside the music I'm staying inside cause ion' feel the hype
FaceTime Diego on house arrest, we two young niggas tryna kill the game
Neither these hoes or money couldn't turn me against you cause we all on the same thing
Stress sitting on my chest, my heart ah' kill me before these niggas do
Heard it's seances in my family, guess I'm protected by these rituals
Can't hurt me even if they kill me at least I ah' see grandma face again
Still can't make it easy for em, I'm paranoid wit my gun in hand
Imma hood country nigga I like big gats and big trucks
Get a drop on nem' niggas then we load up n go hunt
Ion' f*ck wit' niggas so I keep my steel wit me
Miss the dead, been gone for years I feel they still wit me
Put my head down while I'm running up this paper
These niggas ain't shit where I'm from they ah' turn they blood into a caper
Treat her like Beyoncé, she gon' Dance For Me then I Slay Her
Don't want amends or new friends, ain't no clickin' up or makin' up
Land of the scandalous
I Grew up wit niggas that robbed niggas they grew up wit
Confessed my first love f*cked my head up, tryna work it out wit' this dirty bitch
Jump right in the streets wit no purpose, he don't mind dying
From a dark place before a baby know it's ABCs, prolly ah be dead or traumatized
Tears dry I think I'm f*cked up, shrug my shoulders like this shit just life
This a Vince McMahon pole, wrong move then yo ass fired
I ain't perfect but she sticking wit' me wanna know about my old days
Like I'm chasing peace, deal wit grief thinkin' bout' the dead on my best days
But I can't tell her I'm in the car wit shottas tryna kill some niggas twice my age
I ain't found bro killer yet, make me anger I still gotchu gang
Like I know real niggas died wit they gun on em
Deeper than gang violence we got loved ones that we sliding for
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