Popular Boy - Honda Truck

Bet you listenin' to Civic War
It's your DJ, DJ Backwell 187
Hit us up with a follow request, you know, but uh
We got a million lira on the truck
Actually, I think a million lira just called the station last weekend
You talkin' bout slammin' an undertruck, man
That boy crazy
Ayy, motor pump a club, man
I get high like a Rottweiler
I'm like Gandhi, man
I'm like a Rottweiler, you know
That's Civic War, man
You don't wanna start no Civic War, man
Ayy, ayy, I'm in the drive-thru
Smokin' on the bumper Glock
Man, they love it when your jury pop
And them people love the copycat
Ayy, that's why I'm finna slam an undertruck
And I'm sittin' in the driver's seat
Elevated to the private suite
Said she just wanna overdose
Told her I just drove from Tokyo
People lovin' like the fake a lot
Ever since you started makin' lots
I remember certain women wasn't datin' much
So when I'm up, I'm not gon' date that much
But boy, I'm growin' up fast
And my money catchin' up
I remember livin' fast
Now I'm drivin' fast as fuck
Baby, I can't read the dash
Cause the numbers speedin' up
As I look on the counter
My money counter keepin' up
Ayy, I'm in the drive-thru
Smokin' on the bumper Glock
Man, they love it when your jury pop
And them people love the copycat
Ayy, that's why I'm finna slam an undertruck
And I'm sittin' in the driver's seat
Elevated to the private suite
Said she just wanna overdose
Too fast
Oh, I walk up to some bitches
Multiple choice test
All above, then I get correct
All the bitches in the club
Yeah, they gon' look the best
Oh, but who gon' call you up
When you run up outta checks
Homie been through counterfeits
Homie been through funny checks
We was young and kinda juggin
We was tryna dress the best
Fuck them hunnids in your dresser
Tryna stack them refrigerators
I was born a money chaser
Now my father ask for pay
I'm in the drive-thru
Smokin' on the bumper Glock
Man, they love it when your jury pop
And them people love the copycat
Ayy, that's why I'm finna slam an undertruck
And I'm sittin' in the driver's seat
Elevated to the private suite
Said she just wanna overdose
Too fast
Sittin' at the bar
Now she wanna double shot
Damn, I ain't even say a lot
Had her at the bar
Now I got her in my cart
She ain't even tell me stop
Said my jury really bomb
And she love it when they pop
I found out that pussy bomb
Call it young Hiroshima
In the fast lane
Baby said she know I'm goin' far
I love my cash, babe
I don't really wanna throw a cop
I'm in the drive-thru
Smokin' on the bumper Glock
Man, they love it when your jury pop
And them people love the copycat
Ayy, that's why I'm finna slam an undertruck
And I'm sittin' in the driver's seat
Elevated to the private suite
Said she just wanna overdose
Too fast
Said my jury really bomb
And she love it when they pop
I found out that pussy bomb
Call it young Hiroshima
In the fast lane
Baby said she know I'm goin' far
I love my cash, babe
I don't really wanna throw a cop
I'm in the drive-thru
Smokin' on the bumper Glock
Man, they love it when your jury pop
Ayy, that's why I'm finna slam an undertruck
And I'm sittin' in the driver's seat
Comin' up
Yeah
And they tell me all the time, man
Be yourself, be you
Oh, they talk to me, man
I'm in the drive-thru
Smokin' on the bumper Glock
Man, they love it when your jury pop
But look, though
Some people are the copycat of mine
What do I do
Ayy, that's why I'm finna slam an undertruck
I'm talkin' to them
Call it young Hiroshima
In the fast lane
Baby said she know I'm goin' far
I love my cash, babe
I don't really wanna throw a cop
I'm in the drive-thru
Smokin' on the bumper Glock
Man, they love it when your jury pop

Written by:
Leoul Bekele

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