McLaren Truck Lyrics – Pooh Shiesty

[Intro]
Blrrrd
N!gga, we don’t say, “The biggest” no more, n!gga, he told you, this s*it don’t get no bigger, n!gga
BTTP, man, we bigger than the program, man, I stamp that
I’m on some don s*it today

[Chorus]
Okay, sliding Phantom, Louis bandana, n!gga, full of doja, Louis loafers
Got sixty b!tches in competition to win me over
I tell the b!tch, “Slime him out now,” bet she do what she ‘posed to
Kicked down the door, turnt the whole city up, can’t go like Sosa
Hate being sober, Aventador SVJ Roadster, twin toasters

Young n!gga stood ten in the feds, came out that b!tch more colder
Turnt your ho out, she had her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce, on gang

[Verse 1]
My millions stuck in double digit, but that s*it ain’t enough
I’m tryna be the first one jump out that McLaren truck
My lil’ Chiraq ho, she love to fu*k me to that “Should’ve Ducked”
As soon we get the intel, that’s the same day we gon’ send him up, on gang
If you bang CMO, as soon as you hear this, hold your blicker up
My money, cars and pistols up, McLaren truck can’t come quick enough
‘Til then, I’m turning that Spectre up, Ferrari still collecting dust
He made it off a s*it bag, but he started off a vegetable
I shoot like I’m kin to cuh ‘nem from Golden Stat
ot my more chicken than a fed tray on Thursday
Celine bucket hat with the shades
I’m quick to call up Trigga, man, he’ll point that trigger at your face
I paid eight thousand for this ‘fit, I gotta rock it one more day, on gang

[Chorus]
Okay, sliding Phantom, Louis bandana, n!gga, full of doja, Louis loafers
Got sixty b!tches in competition to win me over
I tell the b!tch, “Slime him out now,” bet she do what she ‘posed to
Kicked down the door, turnt the whole city up, can’t go like Sosa
Hate being sober, Aventador SVJ Roadster, twin toasters
Young n!gga stood ten in the feds, came out that b!tch more colder

Turnt your ho out, she had her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce, on gang

[Verse 2]
Turnt your ho out, she count her first ticket in a ‘Rari truck
New bulletproof Cybertruck, I used to ride the MATA bus
I can go one-twenty in six seconds, ain’t no catching us
In Shiesty Gang that we trust, fresh out the jail, four Richards up
If I move my arm in this b!tch, your ho gon’ try to fu*k
I grew out my dreads just to whack something and go get ’em cut
Wanna make me proud? Go catch a face, call KD when you zip him up
Ayy, pu*sy n!gga, quit ball hogging that motion, turn your members up
We migrated to FRTs, the feds picking them switches up
That type of pressure we apply, we make gangsters go snitch on us
If you panic up on a move, we label you freeze cup
I kept tryna pull Hank out the car, but one of his feet was stuck, true story

[Chorus]
Okay, sliding Phantom, Louis bandana, n!gga, full of doja, Louis loafers
Got sixty b!tches in competition to win me over
I tell the b!tch, “Slime him out now,” bet she do what she ‘posed to
Kicked down the door, turnt the whole city up, can’t go like Sosa
Hate being sober, Aventador SVJ Roadster, twin toasters
Young n!gga stood ten in the feds, came out that b!tch more colder
Turnt your ho out, she had her first threesome in a Rolls-Royce, on gang