My Truck - Breland, Sam Hunt

You can drink my liquor

You can call my lady

You can take my money

You can smoke my blunt

Scuff these Jordan’s

You can say you hate me

You can call me crazy but

Don’t touch my truck

Skerrrerrrurrree

Skerrrerrrurrree

Don’t touch my truck

Skerrrerrrurrree

Skerrrerrrurrree

Don’t touch my truck

V8 engine with the windows tinted

Boy we came from the bottom got it out the mud

Whole block jumping 'cause the subs stay hitting

If they roll up on me know I keep one tucked

Tell them boys come and get me

I be riddin' through the city

Young rich and I’m pretty

Homie don’t get it twisted

Keep a semi in the hemi

Red cup full of Henny

My hittas comes 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 Jordan’s

You can say you hate me

You can call me crazy but

Don’t touch my truck

Skerrrerrrurrree

Skerrrerrrurrree

Don’t touch my truck

Skerrrerrrurrree

Skerrrerrrurrree

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 test your luck

Woo

Tell them boys come and get me

I be riddin' through the city

Young rich and I’m pretty

Homie don’t get it twisted

Keep a semi in the hemi

Red cup full of Henny

My hittas comes 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 Jordan’s

You can say you hate me

You can call me crazy but

Don’t touch my truck

Skerrrerrrurrree

Skerrrerrrurrree

Don’t touch my truck

Skerrrerrrurrree

Skerrrerrrurrree

Don’t touch my truck

Don’t touch my truck ah ah ah ah ah

Don’t touch my truck