Future, Young Thug - Brinks Truck lyrics

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[Future, Young Thug - Brinks Truck lyrics]

Every diamond on me did that
(We some rockstars)
'Bout to diss this bitch like Big Cat
She won't let me go like a zip line  (yeah)
Yeah, quarter mill' for the big Jag, yeah
Global transformer, wide body (Skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, serve purple mud
(Skrrt, purp)
Tell 'em bring the Brinks Truck
(Brinks Truck)
Double ashes on a gold cube kilo

First time I recognized it, it was perfect
(First time)
The money to the sky, these bitches thirsty
(yeah, yeah)
Graduated out the streets, got my glow up
(Glow up)
Three hunnid a zip, tell 'em pour up
(Three hunnid)

Those road memories feel like torture
Trappin' out the bando without a door on it
Only because I starve, I let my doors up
Before I go back, I'ma scrape the bowl 'cause
My lil youngin' don't know
Ain't never seen a head on you
Used to see me walkin' in the rain
Ain't no child school (yeah)
Everything was coogi, I came out a movie
Coulda bought a Hi Tech
Yeah we drank the Actavis
Skipped every class but always
Win the calculus (yeah)
Fifteen karat ring, I put it on my inccident

First time I recognized it, it was perfect
(First time)
The money to the sky, these bitches thirsty
(yeah, yeah)
Graduated out the streets, got my glow up
(Glow up)
Three hunnid a zip, tell 'em pour up
(Three hunnid)

My homie'll split your throat like a cold cut
(Splat) fuck it, you, me and you
Your bitch a whole mutt (Woo)
My lil' homie snatched the Patek
Now the feds watchin' (yeah)
Like the police slip right by
Yeah you know I cop it
I I was poppin' Molly, I was rockin' Givenchy
(yeah)
I used to see my dad trappin' for Jasper
(yeah, yeah)
Got a red bandana on at a dinner plate
About to frostbite my wrists
Like the Frosted Flakes (Woo)
I get real money, you a cheapskate (yeah)
I got Louis boxers in the briefcase
(Briefcase) spin down the block with it up
Then come back like a replay (Replay)
I put some more on some more
I got lyrics now, I can kick back
(yeah, yeah) i'm pullin' up on your bitch
I was dead fresh like a Tic Tac (Woo)
Every diamond on me hitting back, yeah that

Every diamond on me did that
'Bout to diss this bitch like Big Cat
She won't let me go like a zip line
(Woah, damn)
Quarter mill' for the big Jag, yeah
Global transformer, wide body (Skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, serve purple mud
(Skrrt, purp)
Tell 'em bring the Brinks Truck
(Brinks Truck)
Double ashes on a gold cube kilo

First time I recognized it, it was perfect
(First time)
The money to the sky, these bitches thirsty
(yeah, yeah)
Graduated out the streets, got my glow up
(Glow up)
Three hunnid a zip, tell 'em pour up
(Three hunnid)

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