Underground Kingz Pop the Trunk Lyrics

Side Hustles Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Belts to Match
  • 2 Breakin' Sketti
  • 3 They Down With Us
  • 4 Dirty Dirty
  • 5 The Corruptor's Execution
  • 6 Pop the Trunk
  • 7 Cigarette
  • 8 We Big Mane
  • 9 All About It
  • 10 The Game
  • 11 Pocket Full of Stones
  • [Incomprehensible]
    I just bought me a Coupe De ville
    Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel
    Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack 'cause I'm from Texas
    Never seen candy with the fifth on the back

    I'm comin' down the west end, niggas tryin' to jack
    And bust a right Coney Island pop the trunk and started cappin'
    Niggas was happenin' put they Burboun to the floor nigga
    Hard to bust back but I was penetrating they doe

    Nigga in PA, it's like the wild, wild west
    Throwin' all packed [Incomprehensible] and we all wear vests
    When the shit pop out, who gonna stunt
    Nigga ain't shootin' me first I fin to pop the trunk

    These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
    But niggas love to talk shit I fin to pop the trunk
    Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
    Nigga I'm high off this weed I fin to pop the trunk

    Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
    Man I knew he was a bitch I had to pop the trunk
    All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
    These niggas steady runnin' me hot I'm fin to pop the trunk

    You niggas didn't know that I was out of control
    Slow yo roll for I put this chopper straight to yo fo'
    Head you better off dead than to fuck around with psycho niggas
    Don't be trying to plead yo case 'cause I don't even like no niggas

    In my face, trying to question me about some drama
    Only answer to two people God and my mama
    Far as niggas tryin' to put me in the cross
    Let 'em holler at my bitch, Nina Ross hoe house boss

    I bet you mind somethin' in, run and tell a friend
    [Incomprehensible] on the Gin, I think he said, "Trippin' once again"
    It ain't no stoppin' me, get at me then I'm dumpin' on ya
    Ridin' past yo funeral hangin' out the window slumpin' on ya

    You didn't know, they didn't tell you boy you better listen
    While I shoot this shit before you put yourself in that position
    Niggas that know me know I specialize in havin' bump
    You can have the tail way from the shovel so we can pop the trunk

    These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
    Man 'cause his bitch chose me I fin to pop the trunk
    Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
    'Cause I'm fuckin' yo gal I got to pop the trunk

    Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
    Nigga tried to jack my car I had to pop the trunk
    All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
    Smokin' at the Tittie bar I had to pop the trunk

    Under Cali's blue skies, smokin' on chronicles and chocolate ties
    Even when we tell the truth, the hoes we lies
    Man ain't no disguise, doin' ninety week flies
    Ain't got no time for middle men and small fries

    Only money conversation and big thighs
    Let me talk to your boss man, the nigga wit the pies
    And back yo ass up and don't act so surprised
    When pistols start to cock, hands start to rise

    Nobody move too fast I advise
    Or you can catch a hot one right between ya eyes
    Recognize I done set me sights on the prize
    And put lights out with boom fifty bye, bye

    I'm labeling my life off of rap and weed highs
    And ask my agent bout my fuckin' shoe size
    But fuckin' wit' us ain't wise
    We get crunk, we came to pop the trunk
    What, the trunk

    These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
    I knew he was the police I had to pop the trunk
    Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
    Man I'm sippin' on [Incomprehensible] poppin' the trunk

    Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
    [Incomprehensible] I had to pop the trunk
    All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
    To make it, make it crunk I had to pop the trunk

    I know that they some bitches had to pop the trunk
    California to Texas poppin' the trunk
    UGK and Celly Cell we 'bout to pop the trunk
    Sippin' on Hennessey [Incomprehensible] I fin to pop the trunk, bitch
    Smoke somethin', D time, PA, uh, '97
    Smoke somethin', representin' money, like too short bitch

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