Don’t Touch My Truck-By: Breland and Sam Hunt

You can drink my liquor You can call my lady You can take my money You can smoke my blunt Scuff these Jordans You can say you hate me You can call me crazy, but Don’t touch my truck (skrrt, skrrt) Skrrt (yeah, yeah) Skrrt Don’t touch my truck (brrp, yeah) Skrrt (woo-oh) Skrrt Don’t touch my V8 engine with the windows tinted Boy, we came from the bottom, got it out the mud Whole block jumpin’ ‘cause the subs stay hittin’ If they roll up on me, know I keep one tucked (ooh, yeah) Woo Tell them boys come and get me I be ridin’ through the city Young, rich and I’m pretty Homie, don’t get it twisted Keep a semi in the hemi (oh) red cup full of Henny My hitters come in plenties, for real You can drink my liquor You can call my lady You can take my money You can smoke my blunt Scuff these Jordans You can say you hate me You can call me crazy, but Don’t touch my truck (skrrt, skrrt) Skrrt (yeah, yeah) Skrrt Don’t touch my truck (brrp, yeah) Skrrt (woo-oh) Skrrt Don’t touch my Wood grain dash with the matte black finish And it match my shawty with the big ol’ butt Know them boys soft ‘cause they got hard feelings You can try me if you wanna go and test your luck (woo) Tell them boys come and get me (get me) I be ridin’ through the city Young, rich and I’m pretty (yeah) Homie, don’t get it twisted (yeah) Keep a semi in the hemi (in the hemi) red cup full of Henny (yeah, we drinking) My hitters come in plenties, for real You can drink my liquor You can call my lady You can take my money You can smoke my blunt Scuff these Jordans You can say you hate me You can call me crazy, but Don’t touch my truck Skrrt Skrrt Don’t touch my truck Skrrt Skrrt Don’t touch my Woo, ooh, woo, ooh, woo, ooh Don’t touch my truck (woo, ooh) Don’t touch my truck

Two to the one from the one to the three I like good pussy and i like good trees Smoke so much weed you wouldn’t believe And i get more ass than a toilet seat Three to the one from the one to the three I met a bad bitch last night in the d Let me tell you how i made her leave with me Conversation and hennessey I’ve been to the motherf@ckin’ mountain top Heard motherf@ckers talk, seen and dropped If i ain’t got a weapon i’ma pick up a rock And when i bust yo ass i’ma continue to rock Getcha ass of the wall with your two left feet It’s real easy just follow the beat Don’t let that fine girl pass you by Look real close "cause strobe lights blind

A bear and a rabbit are at a bar getting high smoking weed talking about nothing but lies and straight up garbage. and then the bear starts to drink too much damn liquor gets drunk and ask the rabbit can i have one more scotch pretty please? And the rabbit says hell to the naw I’m not about to carry your drunk ass home with me and smell your breath.

Two plus two is four Minus one, that’s three, quick maths Every day, man’s on the block Smoke trees (Ah) See your girl in the park That girl is a uckers When the ting went quack-quack-quack You man were ducking (You man ducked) Hold tight, Asznee (My brudda) He’s got the pumpy (Big ting) Hold tight, my man (My guy) He’s got the frisbee (Few) I trap, trap, trap on the phone Movin’ that cornflakes (Uh) Rice Krispies Hold tight, my girl Whitney (My G) On, on, on, on, on the road doin’ 10 toes Like my toes (Like my toes) You man thought I froze I see a peng girl, then I pose (Chilin’) If she ain’t on it, I ghost Hah, look at your nose (Check your nose, fam) You donut Nose long like garden hose

What do you call someone with Down Syndrome who smokes weed?

A baked potato.