Tunka Truck Lyrics by Wizz Havinn is brand new song sung by Wizz Havinn and music of this latest song is given by Draco Made It. Tunka Truck song lyrics are also penned down by Wizz Havinn.
Song: | Tunka Truck |
Singer: | Wizz Havinn |
Music: | Draco Made It |
Lyrics: | Wizz Havinn |
Tunka Truck Lyrics
Yeah, n!gga
(Ayy, Asmon, you f*ckin’ with this one?)
Feel like Weezy We, don’t ask what’s in my cup (n!gga)
N!gga, yeah, n!gga, uh (Draco made a hit with this)
Ayy, n!gga, uh (n!gga, uh)
Yeah, yeah
(N!gga, uh, yeah)
Uh, I don’t need a money counter (n!gga, uh)
Yeah (Alright, come on)
Ayy (Yeah)
I feel like Weezy We, don’t ask what’s in my cup
(Don’t ask what’s in my cup)
Ayy, b!tch, get off of me because I’m finna nut (b!tch, get up)
Think I’m finna leave it in? You must be dumb as f*ck (Dumb as f*ck)
Pull up in a GLE, this b!tch a Tonka truck (Skrrt, skrrt)
Count that pape’ with my hands, I don’t need a money counter (Nah)
Sh!t ain’t nothin’ to me, she bad, for that pu$$y, get a thousand
(Get a rack)
I ain’t goin’ out sad, take my glizzy on the outing
Cookin’ up glass cookies, but they not Girl Scout
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I be smokin’ real gas, this sh!t have me too high (Damn)
Playin’ with Wizz cash quickest way to die (f*ck n!gga)
Been in the streets, I don’t know these f*ckin’ new guys
(I don’t know ’em)
f*ck around and pull a move, finesse a n!gga two times (Two times)
My brother on some other sh!t, I swear twin too slimy (He too slimy)
They think this sh!t a game? I’ma go and buy some new diamonds (n!gga)
The feds watchin’ all of our spots, we gotta move out ’em
(We gotta move out ’em)
Her head fire, so she qualified for a new body
I feel like Weezy We, don’t ask what’s in my cup
(Don’t ask what’s in my cup)
Ayy, b!tch, get off of me because I’m finna nut (b!tch, get up)
Think I’m finna leave it in? You must be dumb as f*ck (Dumb as f*ck)
Pull up in a GLE, this b!tch a Tonka truck (Skrrt, skrrt)
Count that pape’ with my hands, I don’t need a money counter (Nah)
sh!t ain’t nothin’ to me, she bad, for that pu$$y, get a thousand
(Get a rack)
I ain’t goin’ out sad, take my glizzy on the outing
Cookin’ up glass cookies, but they not Girl Scout
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I feel like Weezy— don’t ask what’s in my— in my—
B!tch, get off of me because I’m finna— finna nut
Think I’m finna leave it in? You must be dumb as f*ck
Pull up in a GLE, this b!tch a Tonka truck