My Sub (Pt. 2: The Jackin')
Big K.R.I.T.
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My sub, my sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop chop, while the bass drop Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop chop, while the bass drop OK I pull up and my partners ask me "Krizzle where you sub at? Hey f*ck them tweeters they ain’t beaten, get yo sub back" So I push my pedal to the metal to my cuz house He owed me money, "f*ck that bread, just set your sub out" I fly like jets, that candy wet, I'm finna f*ck wit hoes E.q. these settin's in my Chevy 'till my trunk explode Maybe I'm bumpin', maybe I'm trippin', Maybe I'm feelin' good! Either way I'm quakin', shakin' wakin' up the folk in my neighborhood Still hit the scene and whip, pour it up in my cup and sip Never be where them white folk at cuz the laws over there they bound to trip Lift it up in my trunk and bump, saw a lame and I hit the trunk Pop that shit like twice for real, niggas gon' feel my wheels of steel Chopping these vogues too, congrats when I roll through Back to the backwood where I ride clean like I'm supposed to Forever whipping on, leather guts with plenty chrome Knocking pictures down till I get home I put that on my sub My sub, my sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop chop, while the bass drop Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop chop, while the bass drop Now usually, I dont disturb the peace But I'mma wake you if you sleep With that quake, that bass, that beat Two miles per hour on creep Smoke make it hard to see When I'm swangin' down, I mean bangin' down I ain't playin' around wit no freaks I gotta shake junt in my trunk Tell my DJ bring it back Turn it up all the way to the max Till that old school Chevy frame crack My partner hit me up like he need a ride But I can't hear him either Said he got some bags and that's kinda sad 'Cause there's only room in here for my speakers But I'm riding out, like I don't know what he talking bout Besides he always hating when I'm bassing Telling me to turn it down Out of line, and that's outta bounds Bother me when I'm ridin' 'round Hell, I just wanna hear the lows, shit I just wanna shake the ground! Lay it down in the parking lot Turn it up outside the club Can't tell if shawty really digging me She can shake or she loves the sub Might be the best but I can dig it though She vibrate, gyrate And swear that's the reason I did it for I put that on my sub My sub, my sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop chop, while the bass drop Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop chop, while the bass drop
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Written by: JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT
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