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150 – 4 door truck lyrics

[intro]
boom, boom
n-ggas know
trust me, d6, d6

[chorus: grizzy]
talk about skengs in a 4 door truck
man i’ve been about on the hill, never seen that 4 door come (never)
trynna bring racks in the bando, then i count all that up (grizzy one fiddy)
them n-ggas are booting and missing but they’re rapping all that crud
everybody gon’ get bun (get bun)
they wanna be cool with the crew (move, move)
them n-ggas ain’t getting no money, they rap about 2 and a q (d-ckhead)
talk about man they shot but really we do it to you
i don’t really talk just shoot, i might see you on the news
i might see you on the news

[verse 1: grizzy]
all my young boys love juk (juk, juk juk)
if i have my hands on the mac, believe me you’ll hear that whoosh (whoosh)
them n-ggas are rapping but lying, but i’m really here in the hood (deya)
seen a opp boy get shot, seen a opp boy get juk
can’t see them man on the street but they’re doing all that rap (all that rap)
most of there mandem are neeks, should’vs stayed in school like zack (lil’ zack)
all my youngers are savage, they’re catting to grab on the steel
got a bando in cunch and i got a bando on the hill
opp n-ggas talk about us but we don’t really talk about them
juk, juk from a young age, how i got all this rep
most of them man have been shot but they wan’ talk on net (joke man)
still walk with the skeng on me, you can get corned like tev
seen a boy run with his juk, seen a boy run with his mash (move, move)
if a opp boy try diss me you can get bun like zack
still in the bando in tulse, i’m in love with the cash (grizzy one fiddy)
that n-gga got corned in his arm, the other got one in his hat (real sh-t)

[verse 2: perm]
on the drive with the guys, won’t lack, drill a truck make that sh-t crash (skrr)
roll the windows down from the back seat then i see bare n-ggas dash (running legs)
get a round of applause for these n-ggas, man don’t chat, man clap (boom, bow)
got my young g’s out in the dinger, skeng moving like mad max (skeng)
in the back with ted, with kay, man tryna trap, trap, trap (get guwop)
get blammed on the mains in the face, my n-gga tryna take off hats (f-ckboys)
never seen him in the field, plus that n-gga got shanked
and they talk about lying on youtube, don’t let me talk ’bout facts
get a man down with the broom, one hand ting, boom, boom, boom (boom)
in the trap, mans sitting with cats, chilling with bare drug fumes (trap, trap)
them man don’t wanna spill no juice, just rap ‘pon tunes (chatty ting)
get the drop when pacman about, man’ll just drill that too (brrr)
h-lla chat from my shotty, boom, bow, man i still do it with two (n-ggas know)
i ready drilled up his boss, mind how you chat, man’ll drill that too
put sh-t on my name, f-ck mans friends ’cause they’re smoking food (f-ck n-ggas)
free my right hand s, can’t forget v man, free him too (boom, bow, free s)

[verse 3: mdargg]
on the a with the guys they know it’s just war on twitter man (i ain’t into that)
on the other side with that big guy with three shots man l!cka man
ym dip dippa man
three shots three dots that’s a different tan
in the cut bare skr skr skr when man with clippa dan
am dargg am 1 5 with my young guys they move green like frog
the’re like dargg, opps wan’ k!ll you, am like rah them man just talk
we ain’t into talk, we don’t really talk to much, we don’t really talk just walk
grizzy on mains jazo couple uptop, man knocking on your door wahgwan

[verse 4: black]
them man don’t want smoke clippa i get the thirty
trappo weak in the bando n-gga i get that
4’s of each i break it down and stack that
they say the’re banging, brudda they just rap that
call me billy, dotty on me like am a hill billy
ride broad day, ash i don’t see nothnig
f-ck it let’s go hilly i need to catch me an opp pack
86 what brown, them mandem have to k that
tin face, wiper young boys been catting to spray that
i don’t rap
i just trap
ramesha on my hip so i don’t lack
juk, juk, juk, juk, juk
man just juked him
free the guys
free the team
dahm i miss him
17 gang man’s shotters’ itching

[chorus: grizzy]
talk about skengs in a 4 door truck
man i’ve been about on the hill, never see that 4 door come (never)
trynna bring rats in the bando then i count all that up (grizzy one fiddy)
these n-ggas getting reported for missing but the’re rapping all that crud
everybody goin’ get bunned (get bunned)
they wanna be cool with the crew (move, move)
these n-ggas ain’t getting no money but rap about a 2 and q (d-ckhead)
talk about man they shot but really we do it to you
i don’t really talk just shoot
i might see you on the news
i might see you on the news

- 150 lyrics

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