Peezy - All Black Trucks lyrics

A lot of y'all niggas not from the Eastside
Let's put it like that
A lot of y'all niggas was born
Y'all niggas from the suburbs
Just shut the f**k up and listen
So you could get this money
With your broke funny-lookin' ass
B**ch, Dog Shit Records
Yeah, that's who you need to sign to
Dog Shit Records you can tell it's me
All black trucks, b**ch, you can tell it's me
I'm crawlin' through the street
Forgis on the SUV
Bulletproof everything, no wastin' time
B**ch you know what I'm becomin'
You know what's goin' on
Don't know what he sayin'
Ain't talkin' on no phone
Thousand-dollar cologne
I'm smellin' like a brick
I'm walkin' like a— Ghetto



Yeah, all black trucks leavin'
From the venue, you can tell it's me
(Yeah)
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV
(Bulletproof the SUV)
The shit we doin' in real life
You only seein' on TV (Yeah)
Come sign to Dog Shit Records
Make a hundred in your sleep
(Dog Shit, nigga, yeah)
All black trucks leavin' from the venue
You can tell it's me (Black trucks)
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV
(Bulletproof the SUV)
The shit we doin' in real life
You only seein' on TV
(You only seein' on TV)
Come sign to Dog Shit Records
Make a hundred in your sleep (Come sign up)

Black rubber bands on the dog shit
I like my money neat (I like my money neat)
Black Chrome Heart glasses
Clear tint so I could see (Uh-huh)
Black Forgis on the black Rover
Crawlin' through the street (Ghetto)
It's black suits and black
Dresses, ever cross me, you deceased
(Scary-ass nigga)
I done seen it all, I done it all
You can't be talkin' shit to me
(Can't be talkin' shit to me)
You ever packed it up and stayed
In small towns for some weeks? (Have you?)
A bag of chips and some noodles
The only thing you can eat?
(That's all you can eat?)
Just campin' out at a junkie
House chasin' after cheese?
(I remember that)
I can speak this shit fluently
You know this shit is me
(Know this shit is me)
Fifty P's in the mail
You know we sold 'em in a week (It's gone)
I ain't gotta touch the soft no more
I'm rappin' on these beats (Yeah)
The shit don't even make sense no more
A brick so f**kin' cheap (Thirteen racks)
F**k her doggystyle like an animal, b**ch
I'm a beast (Yeah, b**ch)
Make her suck all on this dick and, b**ch
I better not feel no teeth
(I better not feel nothin')
I done f**ked on rat b**ches on
The West and on the East (I swear to God)
I'm just a dirty-ass nigga, you know me
You know me (Dirty-ass nigga, haha)
But I'm a classy-ass nigga
Dressin' like I 'posed to be (B**ch)
Don't give a f**k who you name
They can't put it on like me
(I don't give a f**k who you name, nigga)
When these lil' niggas get dressed
Who you think they come and see? (Me)
I told the b**ch to tat my
Name if you really love me, yeah
(Go tat my name if you really love me, b**ch)

What the f**k you say, Smerf?
You talkin' 'bout that b**ch P
Back on that old shit, feel the feeling
That shit sound crazy, don't it?
I swear to God this sound like the old P
Yeah! On some shit like that, for real b**ch

Yeah, all black trucks leavin'
From the venue, you can tell it's me
(Yeah)
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV
(Bulletproof the SUV)
The shit we doin' in real life
You only seein' on TV
(You only seein' on TV)
Come sign to Dog Shit Records
Make a hundred in your sleep (Aw yeah)
All black trucks leavin' from the venue
You can tell it's me (Aw yeah)
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV
(Ah) the shit we doin' in real life
You only seein' on TV
(You only seein' on TV)
Come sign to Dog Shit Records
Make a hundred in your sleep
(Dog shit in your sleep, nigga)

Let me do the adlibs on that last one
That b**ch was jumpin'
(You recordin', Smerf?)
You need a bulletproof truck on the Eastside
That make sense to you? Peezy got one
Why you ain't got yours?
You ain't Ghetto enough for
A bulletproof truck, b**ch
You ain't got, you ain't got it