Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 18 Wheeler, artist - Pusha T. Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Song language: English
18 Wheeler |
| Let’s go |
| Hah, let’s go |
| You know what this is |
| The Butcher comin', nigga |
| Ay, look |
| We don’t do no price talk 'cause I already know they numbers |
| Plus me and your old connect was tighter than them Dolce runners |
| First time I ever cooked a deuce, I got a four-way from it |
| Stabbed it in the pot so many times they think OJ done it |
| If me and Push would’ve linked back when I was a dealer |
| That’s an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia |
| Enough glitter on my neck that make my ex-bitch bitter |
| I pulled up to the 'jects pushin' the Lex' like I’m Jigga, uh |
| To really make these type of checks, I took my chances |
| When I was travelin' without no license, yes, I really took those type of risks |
| I’m laughin' at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell Os |
| But now I outsell shows, to the feds, the trail cold |
| When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail home |
| I got close homies that caught new cases on jail phones |
| Velcro strap the clip, got a curve like a elbow |
| She countin' up, when the bitch got the 50, her nail broke |
| They talkin' racks, but my plug bring it back on the sailboat, uh |
| And I flooded my corner right after the scale broke |
| That’s your bitch, but I’m not a nigga she tell no (Yeah) |
| 'Cause you got the bitch fly, but it wasn’t Chanel though |
| I’m nothin' like you new gangsters, pointin' guns at the camera (Never) |
| I bet you niggas practice in the mirror, brick of money to your earlobe |
| Six pics, same brick, somethin' weird though |
| They say a hero’s nothin' but a sandwich |
| The 488 comin' through like the prayin' mantis |
| My bitches got standards |
| It’s fair in love and war, it’s okay to fuck a scammer |
| As long as he empty the bag like black Santa |
| Steak dinners at Dan Tana’s, pick a Tamara |
| The purple in my rainbow is amethyst |
| Only I can coke rap this glamorous |
| The only drug dealer out at Fashion Week |
| With an 80/20 split like Master P |
| Why would I ever 50/50? |
| You ain’t half of me |
| Benny the Butcher comin' after me, Push |
| I flooded my corner |
| I flooded my corner right after the scale broke |
| The 488 comin' through like the prayin' mantis |
| That’s an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia |
| As long as he empty the bag |
| As long as he empty the bag like Black Santa |
| I used to sell Os, Black Santa |
| I used to sell Os, only I can coke rap this glamorous |
| This-this glamorous |
| Benny the Butcher, Push, Benny the Butcher, Push |