Letras
Aye
Trap, Trap
Look.... Buckle up Buckle up.
Aye
Buckle up!
She said she never rode in a big boy truck.
I might lift it up
All black like a tuxedo with the bowtie front.
I might switch it up
And cop me the Powerstroke cause you know im but tuff.
Aint Dodge'n no beef want the guts and the glory you talking you get Ramm'ed up.
Big lifts on any truck that you catching me in.
Tom Brady with the Bucs I was destined to win.
Had the Chevy copped the Ford cause she Dodge'd me again.
But I aint trippin cause you know im Powerstroking her friends.
Jam on the throttle, up in the air all that you see is some black smoke.
She hit my line, she want me to slide if I do then she getting her back broke.
I get in that thing do the backstroke.
Like Michael Phelps mixed with Fat Joe
If he talking smack I might Leannnn Back pull that Hellcat let that cat go like (bow bow)
Yeah
Im off the gelato right now I might levitate.
Run ya lips and get sent to the Gates
Aint talking bout Kevin I put that on Heaven sake
Not my birthday but im getting hella cake
they showing hella love but its hella fake
off the Cannawealth when I medicate
I told her buckle up before we levitate.
Buckle up!
She said she never rode in a big boy truck.
I might lift it up
All black like a tuxedo with the bowtie front.
I might switch it up
And cop me the Powerstroke cause you know im but tuff.
Aint Dodge'n no beef want the guts and the glory you talking you get Ramm'ed up.
Buckle up!
She said she never rode in a big boy truck.
I might lift it up
All black like a tuxedo with the bowtie front.
I might switch it up
And cop me the Powerstroke cause you know im but tuff.
Aint Dodge'n no beef want the guts and the glory you talking you get Ramm'ed up.
Been riding in a big truck with the blick tucked