*[() = Ray Fisher]

Jesus:

*Whispers*
Ha
Ice Spice made this
Yeah
Opps gettin' lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy
I found an ad in the paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Alright stop
Education's missing
Two plus two that's simple addition
Like Kim Possible I'm on a mission
Ice Spice made this
So I ain't shit then
Lil mild sauce, lil ranch, lil ketchup, lil dance
Eatin' chicken and biscuits on the Tour de France
Still got both nuts swingin' in my pants
Still got two testes, don't call me Lance
(Thirty five hundred, big goddam truck)
(Full of straight diesel, she's all gassed up)
(My pickup's got grit, gave it six truck nuts)
(If your ass gets hit then she might just cum)
Roll mе a blunt, now I'm in the cut stressin'
My truck is a diesеl, I got me a weapon
If I see you then you best get to steppin'
Come up on the curb, I'm first, my homie come second
(If I crash into a sedan they're done)
(Kia souls, I've taken several souls from the jump)
Big ass truck axels raised up
Show love like a baby seal hittin' the club
(But back to my truck and I'm still fucked up)
(I'm not sober, ran over red rover, no closure)
Eight cup holders, look over your shoulder
Bitch I'm creepin', don't get runned over
(This truck makes me colder, I indecent exposure while driving)
(And no one can tell cus' I'm higher)
Look at these rims, look at these tires
Fill her up once, she never gets tired
My car's better than a car named desire
I call her Desiree, add E, that's fire
(First day I got my truck, I was mad fucked up)
(I was high on snuff, pills, and huffin' other stuff)
(Salesman tried to stop me so I called his bluff)
(I pulled out the truck and he shut the fuck up)
Yo shut the fuck up, y'all don't know shit
You'd act like me if you had this whip
(Is it really a car crash if my truck is fine?)
(Well I ran from the scene so it's not a crime)
I read what you said about me online
So what I have sex with my truck all the time?
(I don't fuck my truck, I make love to my truck)
(It's normal, in fact, it's just how I unwind)
Two bottles of wine, one hell of a night
(Just me and my truck, I never decline)
I don't know my kids, my truck is my life
(Now that I'm divorced, my truck is my wife)
I lay the pipe in her pipe, call me Peter
(My wife was a cheater, she fucked Derek Jeter)
She fucked him in church and in our home theater
(She fucked a school teacher, I couldn't believe her)
She said "it's me or the kids" I chose neither
(I'll always choose truck, I'm in love with the diesel)