F.T.L.S.P.D.

You know I gotta get a black truck
Semi-automatic and my hand don’t act up (Whoa)
I’m on the mission to disturbed anybody in my way
While I’m flippin' you the bird
I got the cops on my tail, you can see me drift
I’m running over people while I hit a big spliff
Ya’ll can keep on looking but I bet you never find me
I curve and I swerve to the road, so blindly (So blindly)
You know I gotta get a black truck
(Black truck, black truck, a black truck, black truck)
You know I gotta get a black truck
(A black truck, a black truck, black truck, a black truck) (Yeah)
Yeah, I wouldn’t even bottle to call (Yeah)
'Cause I’m not gotta answer the phone (Yeah)
Fifty grams just spent on bong (Yeah)
And I’m about to make another
You know I gotta get a black truck
Semi-automatic in my hand don’t act up
You know the deal, custom wheels, you better back up
And when I shoot this red dot you not gettin' back up
I gotta place on base, city at (Los Santos), where my city at?
Bumpin' Channel X when we pull up
Got a problem? Talk to the bull-pup
Pushin' a button and blowin' a car up
Shooting a bar up, where the my part?
Droppin' and takin' 'em up on the offer to offer
Run from the cops, under the docks
Smoking a joint while I wait for the heat to stop (Stop) (But the heat don’t
stop)
Cops flashin' and I’ma flash back (Flash back)
gone wrong, now it’s time to hunt to the rat, rat
Fuck the L.S.P.D, rocket-launcher turn the chickens right into a three-piece
You know I gotta get a black truck
(Black truck, black truck, a black truck, black truck) (Yeah, hahah)
You know I gotta get a black truck
(A black truck, a black truck, black truck, a black truck) (Yeah)
Yeah, I wouldn’t even bottle to call (Yeah)
'Cause I’m not gotta answer the phone (Yeah)
Fifty grams just spent on bong (Yeah)
And I’m about to make another
Fuck the police, we are not on Vespucci Beach
I was tryin' to buy a hockey mask, but not for hockey man
Coast drive, too much even headed back to the coast spot
Hard life, big garage, one bike, nine cars
Can of gas, grab the cash, most wanted, five stars
Sticky bombs are how I like to climb
You can run from me all the way to Blaine county
I’m just kickin' back and sippin'
Used the button, turn you and your car into dust
You just dropped the money, I pick it up
Never fucking bitch enough, make it rain, I drifted bus
Bring 'em home and rip 'em up
Cause they all never I hit 'em up
Great job, assassination and more men you know
I’m so high, fly, fly in to the sky
I think I’m so sippin' over coupe dope
You know I gotta get a black truck
(Black truck, black truck, a black truck, black truck) (Come on)
You know I gotta get a black truck
(A black truck, a black truck, black truck, a black truck) (Fuck the L.S.P.D.)
Yeah, I wouldn’t even bottle to call (Yeah) (Fuck the L.S.P.D.)
Cause I’m not gotta answer the phone (Yeah)
Fifty grams just spent on bong (Yeah)
And I’m about to make another
Come on!