On Zap - BLACK TRUCK Lyrics

I keep walkin' 7-11 like where the Fanta at I keep fillin' my lungs with smoke like where the asthma at
Walk inside the trap, ask lil mike, like where yo grandma at
And that boy ain't no real slime, he got a battery pack
And my bitch, she's suck me sloppy, where your manners at
Ugh hold up, like lil bitch where yo manners at
All this sippin' that drink got me slurrin', need my grammar back
That lil' boy can't even call me opp, ain't got his hammer back
Y'all lil' boys ain't turnt, go have a seat, you can't even stand for that
I might tune into this bitch live, and send a diamond at her
Told this bitch I'm tryna see it in person, f*ck the camera action
All my Glocks stay fitted with a button keep the same attachments
In these switches only thing I trust, motion and these switches only thing I trust
Tell the truth, even if I did it, keep it to myself
And if I ever snitched, boy, I would kill myself
In the kitchen, baggin' up these grams for different clientele
On the calculator, talkin' to myself
I told my old bitch, go to hell, hoe, I know you just wanna see me down
And if that hoe nigga talkin' bout smoke, he must be talkin' about cheech and Chong
Walkin' webster like, damn, where the Ricky at
I mix alcohol with drugs like, damn, where my kidneys at
Damn ma, ya booty fat, you don't need description
Momma said you spent four thousand on glasses, you don't even need prescription
Momma these Cartiers
I keep walkin' to the malls like, where the Neimans at
I'm f*ckin' on these hoes like, damn, where the Skeezers at
I drive around, get it sold like, damn, where my users at
And this bitch gave me brain like, damn, like, where my tutor at