Rover Truck lyrics

by

Juvenile


[Verse 1]
I'ma keep it on my mind, stay slangin' iron
Playin', ya die, K's whippin' out, prey every time
I'm straight off the porch, I live down the court
Lookin' for that dope, kickin' in your door, tyin' up your ho
And break the b*tches up, run 'em in the cut
I don't give a f*ck if them people rush, they ain't catchin' us
I gotta make the green, smokin' nicotine, know a n*gga's scheme
Runnin' with the beam, runnin' with my team
And get it how I live, keep it how it is
Make a n*gga cents, take a n*gga b*tch, hit her with the di*k
If it mean bustin' a head, I'm gon' do it
Whatever it takes to get the bread, I'm goin' through it
Tryin' to get my pockets swole up, Juvenile is 'bout to blow up
That third-ward sign I'ma throw up when I take it off of your shoulder
They come with they mask on
They be a clique, but I get 'em gone
Hit n*ggas in the chest when I'm slangin' chrome
Tryin' to kill me a n*gga when the beef is on

[Chorus]
Baby, let me get the keys to that Rover Truck
Man, let me get this beef sh*t over, bruh
Ain't no b*tches here up in that Nolia, bruh
Bust your big head is what was told to us
Baby, let me get the keys to that Rover Truck
Man, let me get this beef sh*t over, bruh
Ain't no b*tches here up in that Nolia, bruh
Bust your big head is what was told to us
[Verse 2]
n*gga, I'm straight from out the P.J., they murder easy
Well, if you're spankin' out for three days, believe what we say
n*ggas be shootin' that sh*t in they vein, some of 'em sellin' it
The rest of 'em sniff the cocaine, high off that yellow sh*t
Young n*ggas already got they mind made up
n*gga f*ck with one of they boys, they get sprayed up
A lot of these children don't have A/C in they house
c*ckroaches crawlin' all over the wall and they couch
Little mites runnin' through the kitchen lookin' for crumbs
While they mom hittin' that glass up in the bathroom
Every day you see a fight or shootout for a minute
It ain't the projects, it's the n*ggas that's up in it
Man, half of these motherf*ckers ain't even from 'round here
If they didn't have that work, they would never come 'round here
And when they come they draw all the heat with 'em
Lookin' for some n*ggas to get in the beef with 'em

[Chorus]
Baby, let me get the keys to that Rover Truck
Man, let me get this beef sh*t over, bruh
Ain't no b*tches here up in that Nolia, bruh
Bust your big head is what was told to us
Baby, let me get the keys to that Rover Truck
Man, let me get this beef sh*t over, bruh
Ain't no b*tches here up in that Nolia, bruh
Bust your big head is what was told to us
[Verse 3]
You better know that me and Wayne want the cash, or we bustin' ass
Soon as I get out of my Jag with a gun a mask
Now play it how you say it, I bet ya won't, b*tch
I'll have you leakin' from your head when I take [?]
What you want, huh? Boy, that weed or that coke?
I don't know what the f*ck you on, but you about to get smoked
I'll bring it to your front door right up on your porch
Until your b*tches tell me, "Juvie, we ain't beefin' no more."
Now, where the dope at? Paraphernalia?
Give me twenty ki's before I kill ya
Don't be makin' noise, n*gga, shut the f*ck up
You know where the dope at, now get the f*ck up
Bring me straight to it, don't be tryin' to act crazy
I want her, I need her, ya know, that's my old lady
I'm doin' bad, and my nerves bad with it
I'm lookin' at your melon right now, and I wanna split it

[Chorus]
Baby, let me get the keys to that Rover Truck
Man, let me get this beef sh*t over, bruh
Ain't no b*tches here up in that Nolia, bruh
Bust your big head is what was told to us
Baby, let me get the keys to that Rover Truck
Man, let me get this beef sh*t over, bruh
Ain't no b*tches here up in that Nolia, bruh
Bust your big head is what was told to us
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