Intro:
Uh
Peep me in a Jeep too deep
Picture me and my heat tryna take anything, leave that boy sleep
No such thing as free
Fool act tough but he ain't got shit on me (Woo)
Rappers all good but ain't got shit on
Chorus:
(Trunk) music
Shit, you can fuck to it
Pull her up to it
Tell me one time and you can't undo it
Ain't got shit on me
Trunk music, huh
Rappers all good but they ain't got shit on me
Break:
Motherfuckers need to quit talking all that crazy shit
How much girls, jewels they got
I don't give a fuck about
Verse-1:
Ayy, I don't care about how much dope you selling
You should care more about the hoe that you telling
Dirt, leather soft, I'm repping
Always gotta ride with a weapon
Spent too much time outside with the felons
Daddy was an outlaw, ride with the eightball
Guns in the ride, we ain't talking about paintball
Don't mean I won't get in the paint
Know last rapper that I came for got mangled (Got mangled)
Left him bloody in the streets, parademic company
That's a pair of scary crackers, your cup of tea
Cunt, you were smiling, try not fuck with me, yeah
Yelawolf, black sheep
Blacking out on sleep
Black out crews for the heat
Black is what is underneath
Chowder, come swim with the shark but the water is getting too deep
And I gotta get in my feast
I get ahead of myself when I talk about y'all
Like you know I got the skill to compete
Still I don't miss a beat
Riding with Pistol Pete
Two felonies and a misdeme'
Studied the folks who tried me before you 'cause like them you gonna be history
Chorus:
Trunk music
Shit, you can bump to it
Pull her up to it
Tell me one and you can't undo it
No such thing as free, uh
Trunk music, uh
Rappers all cool but they ain't got shit on me
(But they ain't got shit on Wolf)
Verse-2:
Peep me and my bag like a basket of peeps
I'm from cocaine and Advil relief
You can not fool me, boy, I laugh to the bank
I'm the shit with the stain
Ride around in a tank in a tanktop
Knife on my leg, hoping one of y'all namedrop
Fuck what you heard, we them boy and you ain't hot
Fuck what you heard, we them boy and you ain't hot
Watch 'em pop up out the blue, thats a percocet
Tryna stay cool but it's hot in this turtleneck
Ooh, I heard a herd of sheep in my sleep
Before I woke up the bed, I took a leak
Bed wetter, trendsetter
Dead-center of the attention and finna get better
Turn that pussy into wet weather
Is it hailing or it's meth weather?
Why do you inhale it? It make the sex better
I'm [?] covered in hives
Walking on glass, breaking the ice
Money got me rolling like dice
Molly got me rolling like dice
Paid the price, I gave my life
My heart and soul, I won the fight
We on a roll, I'm on a roll
I'm rolling by, four front tires
So inspired
Raised the bar, I'm on the rise
Chorus:
It's (Trunk) music
Shit, you can bump to it
Pull her up to it
Tell me one and you can't undo it
No such thing as free, uh
Trunk music, uh
Rappers all cool but they ain't got shit on me
Break:
Yeah, check out my boots, bitch
Heh heheh
Yeah
Verse-3:
I just left a thrift shop with a ziplock full of new wings
Got a few things for the miss
I got no bling on the wristwatch
That denim vest, put that top rock
That vintage New York hip-hop
Where the funk at? Y'all lost that
Too much trap, not enough style
Too much gold, not enough slowed
Too much blow, not enough pot
Two months ago now it's old school
I'm like, "Fuck that shit"
No, it's not
Look, you don't want it with the posse, pussy
Not me, try me, push me
Pull up on your fucking block we mopping
Got you slopping, gooshing
Mafia, mafia
Slumerican is the mafia
And I am not being cocky but
Slumerican is unstoppable
Give a fuck 'bout that Glock you tote
Even my mama got pistols
You should be more afraid of Mama Wolf if you let that clip go
Gang-gang
Never snorted Columbia bang-bang
But I snorted enough glue to knock a few screws loose
And the [?] up on my train
That Ozzy Osbourne
Why's he always going
Lying ass rappers
Not a rider, boy
I'm a rider for the music I perform
Got another tour, know what I did it for?
Family handing me bills
Enemies handing me grills
Can I be young and concealed?
No, I'm an animal
He is only presented with thrills
So [?] real
Rappers are getting you killed
Punking you out of a deal
Suckered you out of the bill
Ding, owe the real thing
I'm the real thing
I will kill dreams
Freddy Krueger with the Ruger pumped into you
What's the music?
Trunk music
