Artist: Shawn Wigs Album: The 45 King Song: 18 Wheeler Typed by: Cno Evil [Shawn Wigs] This is Theodore, we move like an 18 wheeler Trife gon', wax the joint, I'm just laying down the sealer Fuck Tequila, we knocking out Grey Goose bottles and Wanted from state to state, hitting all the lotto's Big checks, we blowing out local arenas Fly whips, we got an account with Ray Cotina And Ghost paying them tabs, so I'm copping the big boy George Jetson Benz, with a little Lex Elroy Damn I need a truck, two blocks, I gotta duck through So many haters out there be like "fuck you" You bastard, try to pop in my hood That's why I keep Johnny Mack crazy like Jimmy the Goods Blowin' dust bones, dancing in the purple rain With no umbrella, him and Dan Serves up in your cellar Stuffin' Gerder bags, shining the gats until they glow Didn't want 'em in the streets, and everybody's like...