[Intro]
Yo, I pull it out the trunk
Here's an oldie, but a goodie
[Verse 1]
Yo, we've been caught red-handed, punk
Racked out, Dawkins on the dunk
Exhaust on the pump
Squeeze your block and get weak in the knees
Like I sit SWs with Vietnamese
I'm a G in the B-R-I-C-K
When I park, I'm smooth as butter
I can provide with food and cover
Anything else'll cost arm and leg
Born and raised chers
I handle the mic, like I play the rucker
I train to have more game than Dave and Buster's
I train my dame to cock, aim, and bust ya
Make it home in time to throw the flame to supper
Doctor, you know I pops the trunk
To hang a sign on your nose saying "Out for lunch"
I don't make records to please people at my label
I'm CEO, I got a block to run, holla
[Chorus]
When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk
Look out, I'ma lick a shot, yeah
When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk
Biatch, uh-oh, danger
When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk
Look out, I'ma lick a shot, yeah
When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk
[Verse 2]
Yo, I love poppin' the trunk, a pocket of funk
Got my oxygen short from hockin' a blunt, fool
I'm in a club like you
Niggas get shitbags on their belly for steppin' on a shoe
Damn shame, but the game don't lie
These bitches be instigatin' shit on the side
Causin' a nigga to take a trip to the ride
Pop that trunk, sneak it inside
Look out, the club used to be fun (Yeah)
Go to the bathroom, shoot the fair one, it's done
Now you gotta worry about hurryin' out
Hop over the coat check, take all the furs
Take all of his and take all of hers
Shootin' at the ceiling, DJ
Now everybody get on the floor, stay down (Yeah)
Boy, I'ma put one in your ass right now
I seen the chrome when it hit the strobe light
I was rockin', but I believe this is your mic (Let's go)
I ain't gettin' shot, I'm just doin' a favor
I ain't even gettin' paid for the pain and labor
And you think I'm gettin' blown away? Not tonight
I'ma hit up four niggas with the pocketknife (That's right)
'Til I reach the back door and pop the trunk
And be that nigga Martin said with pajamas on, nigga
[Chorus]
When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk
Look out, I'ma lick a shot, yeah
When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk
Biatch, uh-oh, danger
When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk
Look out, I'ma lick a shot, yeah
When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk
When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk
Look out, I'ma lick a shot, yeah
When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk
Biatch, uh-oh, danger
When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk
Look out, I'ma lick a shot, yeah
When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk
[Outro]
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