Lyrics:
the trunk make the steering wheel shake
Trap nigga turn a 7 to a whole 28
Kept runnin out had to up my weight
Imma big dog in this bitch Great Dane
Ride for
Dorrough Music trunk pop
His without the rooftop the last not
Got the designer shoes on my feat yeah
4 grams in my sweet yeah
It's funny how we broke
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
talkin' in Screw
Pull up, Lamb truck, pop trunk, make a yellow bitch choose
Young Crip nigga, got rich off blues
Sip syrup, pop Perc, got pink, got
overbored
four on the floor
sixty-eight in eighteen (baby) out on the road
gotta fist on the wheel
trunk full of secrets by
sundown I’ll be
crossin state
Papa Trunk, you're my Grandfather Grove
I keep growing in the shadow of your hand-me-down fruits
Your shade leaves a tattoo on the grassroots
You're my
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
aimin' them glocks, of course, ready to bomb
Now I done seen a custy cop four pies of the same gear
I also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same year
murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk? (Too much lackin')
I let 'em feel like
gon stay two deep in a fo' do'
[Z-Ro]
Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow
the muthafucking lac
Ridin up the strip firing up a ball bat
Trunk just cracked, a lil lil bit
With the 4 fifthteens beating hard in the back
Bitches
What do you want
Cut my grass low
See the snakes all in my lawn
Tell me what you want
Got a party inside my trunk
What do you want
All my
how ta speak Spanish
But my connect trying to teach me ta speak Spanish
And u a monitor in the hallway
I'm all day on the grind wit a 4
a couple G's down by the lake
Hell yeah I got 'em but they'll be straight
[Verse 2 - Pimp]
We be 6 deep creepin'
In a Deville sittin' up on D's with
Orange on me
Kakarot, my pockets ain't had many beans
If niggas stalking
Then it get giant
Stomp em by any means
If he gone fire one
We fire four to fumble
Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed and Throwed
Steady sipping on a four
And blowing dro up in the show
Always leaning to the side
for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty bummy, man, you're like his favorite idol
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes
little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man,
little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man,
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
[Chorus]
Fly, hey,hey
I Got dat trunk craked windows tinted,trunk craked windows tinted
Slowly rollin' I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin' I'm
the Trunk_
You come twenty-five deep, or maybe ten
If I let your ass push me, then you push me again
He was six foot four, they used to call him sir
But he
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