Lyrics:
3 beans, and a 4 in a Faygo
Pull on yo critter while you wit her like, Hey hoe
Junk in da trunk like a U-Haul truck
GasGas the right grade to fill
y'all to anotha muthaf****** in my squad, right?
**** ***** go by the name of Joc
Yung Joc
He resides in College Park, right?
But for right now what we
to the beat of the bunk
Junk in da trunk, she got it in the back, the hump
She got a round ass chick in the booty
I like the way she throwin' it to me, damn,
the crowd go (HO!)
Out they see, complete my rap technique
Take up mad Chiefs, I go through 60 packs in a week
Attackin New Jeru, as I do my doo-dah
you try it
Oh what you gonna do about it?
Heeeeeeey, be a bad priest?
Ili primernij ononist?!
Da yuta nigh!
Ozay Optzay!
By by by by!
I guess I'm
PLACES CALL IT PIT STOP
PK RIPPER IN MC GOT ME A FOREIGN DEEPTHROAT
I HAVE THE PESOS GOT DA DRIP AND COUNT BY THE KILO
ONLY WEAR DESIGNER, BALENCIAGA
funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
I'm poppin' your thang til the party people swing
Cause
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
on lean call it codein, Alpine system with the
Fo' fifteens
Boom-boom ta-da-ta-da, surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne,
on lean call it codein, Alpine system with the
Fo' fifteens
Boom-boom ta-da-ta-da, surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne,
nickle bring u up
Ain on a drill
He put da 4 nick up in da trunk
Stopped at a light
Now his m3 swished up
I’m still sellin dimes and dubs
That ain’t
turned around they stabbed me in my back
I'm grinding until I can call up my mom so she don't gotta work no more
I'm fly when I step on da scene my
amp with woofers in back
Lean to da left if you burning a sac
Baby got back and its in Baby Phat
Pardon me dog 4 chasing the cat
I'm hittin all kittens
it's back in the trunk though
Im a young nigga a young nigga wont go
A young nigga can't go
Yeah a young nigga can't go
A young nigga wont go
A young
a nigga in the trunk you shoulda paid the funds
When it come to money, we spare no one
Said you was really with it, now you out here lookin dumb
Started
the same old with rainbow, watching the sun twist
Cool as a Mig Dry, that in the trunk shit
After parties in Wendy's parking lot, unfamiliar faces got
trunk full of cash
Hammers in the stash, scanners in the dash
Radar detectors, troopers can't find us
We bubble down ATL and hit the 'Linas
Then get
Yeah right, motherfucker, like you know
Driving drunk by the lakefront
In my trunk is a bunk-bed, we can go hump
Yeah, girl, we can try judo who knows?
don't want me to get paper
(???)others have it
I can feel it in my wallet
Why your lady keep on jockin'
Got me in your system.
Da na na na na na na na
Na
standin
It's racci on da beat trick mr trunk killa music himself
Aged with perfection
They call it top shelf
Best believe I'm in a lane by my mother fucking
and knoccs
So baby you comin you down or not
Hey hey body's enticin
By the way you rottle your trunk
Speeding your in need of a license
Before i pull you over
I'm fresh as hell like I'm goin to get married
Designer my frames I can see 20/20
So far ahead; the future behind me
Back on the path; I move in
you
Know I ride at night
I been thuggin since dry rice
Wodie I ain't right
I got my chopper in my trunk
And my vest wit me i'm bout to go scoop up
Lil
robberies
Drive by them hot shellz droppin in da audi
Tell me why you in the streets if you sint gettin paid
I was up inside dat prison prayin for better
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