The Biz - Black Truck lyrics

(Biz) Yeah, uh What's the deal G Biz (Papa Thiv) Papa Thiv (Biz) What up Stat? (Papa Thiv) We runnin this rap sh** (Biz) Uh, what up Ma**? What up fam? This how we do son, this how we do son Yo, yo I push a black truck, funds get stacked up Too many wanna act tough, then they f**in' pack slugs My goons push Acuras, black and red And put the Louisville slugger to the back of your head I'm back in the Pit, keep your shorty actin' at Biz Tell that b**h to keep cooking, show her what mackin' is She think she havin' kids, torch heat like Mavericks Keep talkin', who else you hoes know that rap like this yo Half pimp, half business brain Shorties hanging on the limbs, giving Biz this brain Y'all know the name, know we vain, f**in' insane Swervin' through the rain, y'all already know what I'm sayin' It's basic wordplay, already said that you herbs gay Only time you ever touchin' cake is your birthday Rest plastic, like Daddy's bad habit Maddy havin mad rabbits gladly had, that's a savage dude Can't f** with you cause she got bad attitude We at mad altitudes, showin' little gratitude Put this gat on you, and then I'll have to splatter you It's pattern dude, this is what you when when nothin' matters to you Simply flattered, I got wings in Havana One love to my nana never speak in proper grammar Never sleep with Delta Gamma, hide guns from the camera I son with all bananas most run or they scan him When they see me and stat pullin up in that Benz All a sudden wanna act like we best of friends It's like America and them Mexicans Drug war sh**, DPS motherf**er (Papa Thiv) Been had a black truck, I brought the crew too We ridin' masked up, you can't tell who's who Half of us strapped up, ready to shoot you I bet you read about us in the news dude I know only a third of what they claim is true Believe that's not PAPA, cause he paid his dues That's why we ride around in Benzos that's navy blue Major moves, in crazy coupes why you think I hate you dudes? Loubiton red bottoms on, that's my bottom b**h She got a lotta Louie on, and that Prada sh** Last time she seen a n***a that was poppin sh** She reached in her purse, and started poppin clips Been pushin tough whips past munchkins that's frontin Dumplings and whack rappers what my lunch is Heater to your back if you near me tryna stunt b**h I gotta make it hot if you don't show me where them funds is DPS the squad, so n***a say something And the same day we got beef cookin in the oven With crack on the stove and a mask on my nose Cause a verse is a brick b**h I'm past spittin O's You f*ggots should know that rap is a joke Cause I'm battling these clowns straight lackin in flow I don't act like I ho I'd rather pa** on the dough And f**ing stabbin A & R's just for asking me yo