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Autumn!

Black Truck Greeters!

 

Black Truck Greeters!

(Album: Midnight Club - 2023)


Money falling over
Hoes come and go
World up on my shoulders
This a track', this not a rover
She say she want closure, she just—
Now she can't get closer
None my niggas sober, they put fours inside they sodas
Money green like Yoda, I get more money as I get older
Pockets heavy, told ya, I got knots as fat as boulders
Always keep your heater, 'cause the world just make you colder
My new bitch a diva, all I hang around is soldiers
All black like the reaper and my diamonds cold as polar
Black truck came with greeters, bitch, I ball like Dennis Schroder
Jeep it be the Audi, bitch, yeah

Black shit, high shit, hide ya bitch, yeah
Pussy niggas cost me, 'til they counterfeit
She gon' fuck with me, she know I 'bout my shit, yeah
She gon' fuck with me, she know I 'bout my shit, yeah
"Can't nobody see us, bae, this whole fit undercover"
He keep tryna save this hoe, he think he Danny Glover
Thirsty hoes on molly, now they kissing on each other
They gon' do what I say, 'cause I'm a rich-ass motherfucker
Rich ass, having ass, I be on some big shit
Niggas be out here telling on us they be on some pig shit
Goon say I should change my name cause bitch, I'm Really Rich
Nigga must be shooting in the air 'cause all he do is miss
Trackhawk, GT3, Corvette, R31, I'm really lit
Top floor, ain't nobody over us this really it
Nachos, niggas mad they stressing they really pissed
Ha-ha, lauging to the bank, I'm really spinning shit
9.5, 6 to your lil Mellon I bet it's gon hit
Every time I step inside that Stu that's a another hit
Smoke it to the face to face da pain I took another hit, yeah

Money falling over
Hoes come and go
World up on my shoulders
This a track', this not a rover
She say she want closure, she just—
Now she can't get closer
None my niggas sober, they put fours inside they sodas
Money green like Yoda, I get more money as I get older
Pockets heavy, told ya, I got knots as fat as boulders
Always keep your heater, 'cause the world just make you colder
My new bitch a diva, all I hang around is soldiers
All black like the reaper and my diamonds cold as polar
Black truck came with greeters, bitch, I ball like Dennis Schroder
Jeep it be the Audi, bitch, yeah

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