Young Stoner Life - Mack Truck lyrics

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Young Stoner Life - Mack Truck lyrics

[Intro: Jim Jones] Uh, Bird Gang Birds still fly high Is you vampin’ or you campin? Just like them bricks we was stampin’, gettin’ rich, b*tch (Capo) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Car drive itself so I don’t need a chauffeur (Skrrt) F and N in my belt so I don’t need a holster (See that?) Been gettin’ bread, who the fu*k needs a toaster? (Uh) sh*t, I beat the murder like OJ with mimosa Gloves don’t fit, only thing missin’ is the white Bronco (Woo) I been tryna get rich off that white blanco (Woo) Now I’m sellin’ crypto, but I’m not a Crip, though (Uh-uh) But I got that blue liquid sittin’ in my bank like it’s Hpno’ (East side) sh*t, I’m on my sh*t, though, like Baby in a Pull-Up Don’t play, we’ll pull up, just like a pair of Huggies (Got that?) I put guns on your head just like I gave you a noogie (Grr) I know drug dealers that was rich and now they turned to a druggie (Damn) But all in all, no complaints because I beat the odds (You got it) And you can meet me at the plaza if you need a job Even the boys know that we be the mob With the windows up, you can’t see the stars (Woo) That’s a double entendre if I’m drivin’ the Wraith (Facts) Keep guns like it’s Contra, ’cause ni**as they die when they safe (Stay dangerous) I’d rather stay dangerous, when you see me fly through the H (Uh-huh) Bought a new watch and I dropped a pie in the face I’m a sh*t popper, but I back it up (Woo) You get locked in the wrong house, I’ll have ’em pack you up (Get ’em) On my waist sideways is how the MAC was tucked If that sh*t hit you, feel like the MAC was truck If that sh*t hit you, feel like the MAC was truck, fu*k it, haha, sh*t [Verse 2: Young Thug] Poppin’, poppin’ all these Roxies, Adderalls, ooh I’m never stoppin’, land the jet, had red eyes I’m poppin’ my sh*t, loungin’ in the pilot den Watchin’ Power, I ain’t worried ’cause I’m timeless Drop an earring on the ground, it’s easy to find me Water on me up and down, you call me Dasani Jeans by Thom Browne like I was a Chinese All hell is going down if he try to try me I’ma spit a hundred rounds out the Tommy I’m just worth a hundred, wow, that was funny Diamond worth a hundred thou’ and it’s tiny I just spent a hundred thou’ and it’s tiny I’ma spit a hundred rounds out a Tommy I’m just worth a hundred, wow, that was funny

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