[Intro]

Throw the .40 in the trunk (Trunk)

Xotic stunk (Stunk)

Product stunk (Stunk, stunk, yeah)

Keep that Grabba (Oh, yeah) in my blunt (Yeah-yeah)

Light it, puff (BROKIE, your music fucking sucks)

Light it, puff

I'ma stunt until I die, y'all rappers stay behind

Thick pockets, thicker thighs

ISSBROKIE blow they mind, I do it all the time

It ain't no surprise, wallet got a different size

These rapper cats just fantasi—

[Verse 1]

I get the motherfuckin' pack, then I flip it, ho

I been in a different mode, that mask on me like Ipkiss, ho

I don't know what time it is, that doesn't make a difference, though

If you disrespect my pimpin', drop a song and fix ya, ho

I was bumpin' Tommy Wright, Andre Nickatina, too

Mac Dre bumpin' in the whip, Krеayshawn up on the speakers, foo'

I ain't nеver bump E-40

Homies thought I wasn't cool 'til I went and got that .40

They still talk 'bout me in schools, yeah

[Chorus]

Throw the .40 in the trunk (Trunk)

Xotic stunk (Stunk)

Product stunk (Stunk, yeah)

Keep that Grabba in my blunt (Blunt, yeah)

Light it, puff (Puff)

Light it, puff

[Verse 2]

Get that check from music every month

They like, "BROKIE, what's yo' cut?"

I tell 'em I might buy a bus

They don't believe me, but I don't got shit to prove

Shouldn't care if that shit true 'cause I ain't sharin' shit wit' you

On the set, that's on KARMAMØB, lil' bitch, we never lose

So much smoke inside the booth, lil' bitch, it look like World War II, ayy, yeah

I don't give a fuck who you, come step to me and lose

Scratch the numbers off the tool, and now I'm 'boutta act a fool (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah), yeah

[Chorus]

Throw the .40 in the trunk (Trunk)

Xotic stunk (Stunk)

Product stunk (Stunk, yeah)

Keep that Grabba in my blunt (Blunt, yeah)

Light it, puff (Puff)

Light it, puff (ISSBROKIE)

[Outro]

Funk into the trunk

Throw a funk into the trunk

Throw a funk into the truck

Throw a funk into the truck