CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : TruckHead*
Dark tint on my windshield, I can barely see my headlights
I always be paranoid so I don't stop at red lights
She got in that Rolls truck show me with that head like
I don't know her name, I saved her number on the truck head
Country boy don't like the hood so I meet him in Buck head
I count the racks, he get the bag
I don't know why my haters mad, I keep 'em some to hate on
b*t*h can't get no second chance, I ain't the one to wait on her
Three, two, one, I'm liftin' off
Pick 'em out, then ship 'em off
They don't know why I'm holding out
But I been waitin' on the drought
Truth be told, I run the South
Make mе bring my numbers out
They done brung thе Mustard out me, f**k it, ain't no calming down
n***as ain't know sh*t can't fake kickin', I don't even come around
She ain't wanna let me hit 'til I got lit, now she get to run around
Seen your mans, we gon' gun him down
We ain't playin' this summer out
Lil Kee hard, give him a hundred thousand
You don't own nothing, that's on a house
Up-through, that my only route
Big facts, that's what I'm about
Miami with the city girl
I just pray to God she don't run her mouth
Stackin' mines, I ain't runnin' out
Falling off, you gon' need some clout
Who the hell wasn't gettin' money? Had a hundred racks in my Mama house
Zone 4, yeah, Atlanta Falcon
Lookin' hot, got that money pilin'
Super picky, never need a stylist
Taking back when I wasn't even robbing
Runnin' up against them jeans from Robin
n***as gotta stop thinking sloppy
Been through it, I can't get c*cky
Too hard, no one can stop me
I always be paranoid so I don't stop at red lights
She got in that Rolls truck show me with that head like
I don't know her name, I saved her number on the truck head
Country boy don't like the hood so I meet him in Buck head
I count the racks, he get the bag
I don't know why my haters mad, I keep 'em some to hate on
b*t*h can't get no second chance, I ain't the one to wait on her
Three, two, one, I'm liftin' off
Pick 'em out, then ship 'em off
They don't know why I'm holding out
But I been waitin' on the drought
Truth be told, I run the South
Make mе bring my numbers out
They done brung thе Mustard out me, f**k it, ain't no calming down
n***as ain't know sh*t can't fake kickin', I don't even come around
She ain't wanna let me hit 'til I got lit, now she get to run around
Seen your mans, we gon' gun him down
We ain't playin' this summer out
Lil Kee hard, give him a hundred thousand
You don't own nothing, that's on a house
Up-through, that my only route
Big facts, that's what I'm about
Miami with the city girl
I just pray to God she don't run her mouth
Stackin' mines, I ain't runnin' out
Falling off, you gon' need some clout
Who the hell wasn't gettin' money? Had a hundred racks in my Mama house
Zone 4, yeah, Atlanta Falcon
Lookin' hot, got that money pilin'
Super picky, never need a stylist
Taking back when I wasn't even robbing
Runnin' up against them jeans from Robin
n***as gotta stop thinking sloppy
Been through it, I can't get c*cky
Too hard, no one can stop me
