Lyrics:
too far
With his list and a rifle in the trunk of his car
Call him what he is
Domestic terrorist
Call him what he is
Domestic terrorist
Call him what he
the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens glow when the trunk pop
From Bentley's
it for the funk
Got this bass for ya trunk
Ridin foreign or domestic
Turn it up let it thump
This is dayum near majestic
Hear the trumpets and drums
What’s the word, yeah my nigga, what’s the word
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, hear the trunk watch it thump
Banging that
domestic violence
And my money talk for me cause I be being quiet
Quiet, quiet, cause I be being quiet
I let my money talk for me 'cause I be being quiet
Whip whip clean
Whip whip clean
Whip whip clean
Trunk booming like a trap spot
Whip whip clean
Whip whip clean
Whip whip clean
Trunk booming like
a flight out of Delta
Yea yea
She know it's domestic but she still down for whatever
Yea yea
Don't condone violence except when we sexing
Yea yea
Moment
get it right back
Want 10 bricks? You can get it right now
Pull to the trap house, come to the back
Riding domestic with the trunk in the back
Bilingual, it's my specialty like translators right next to me
Speak accordingly
Domestic or the foreign speech
These diplomats gon' war with me
We deeper than
straw to the uni of crime
But these were the children seeking love and guidance
Fed to the streets and domestic violence
And they wonder why - we talk
Hmm
Back of the Benz truck, where I fucked that bitch
Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that shit
Say he wanna truce, nigga fuck that shit
Real
I'm getting mad
30 mags
Right in the back
I got that body in the trunk
In the back
Yeah
Shawty bad
Shawty thick
She swallow my dick
Get high
In
stopped drinking syrup and started drinkin' mo (Raw)
My engine in the fuckin' trunk, my trunk in the motherfuckin' front
Gelato in my motherfuckin' blunt
I got what you need, I got what you want
Feel like Percy Miller
Slinging out the trunk
City got my back, I ain't gotta front
Wave 'em side to side
We
ferrari Im bout to go stupider
Hop out da ari And jump in a tesla trunk full of guns I feel like a wrestler
Nigga go tricking on bad ass daze a nigga got
Deflowered at the age of seven,
raped by a domestic
Incest with your two brothers,
mental traumatism
Neglected by the passion,
indignation,
poems for my homies with the white fences
With context domestic
While I can shit in my yard, ya'll shit is perplexing
Been drunk in West Texas
X's and O's
they see us
got'em caught up in a corner like fetus
pop the trunk get yo stuff out switch the cars and move fast
make 'em walk the plank the pirate's out
sex as a weapon.
Her man's name Jerome, high school sweetheart
Who just came home for some charges unknown.
It's 'prolly domestic, he be beatin' 'er
at store, with the top fully open
I'm blast out the trunk all my coldness
All my bitches gonna Snapchat boastin'
They be telling all their friends how they
wanted a bae
Beating the pussy
Hella nah I don't play
Bending this bitch
Like Circus Soleil
I'm all in her trunk
I'm bringing the bass
Lean back
In
What the fuck, stuffing all the limbs in trunks
Light the gasoline, I'm done
Burn flesh in the sun
Sedative stuck on repeat
All disease what I
IT with no access
Up up up up up up up
You better get up up up up up up up
Dynamic, I'm up up up up up up up. You better get up
Shh IP interface
motherfucker
Repercussions consequences and penalties motherfucker
I ain't never a punk, my beretta's in the trunk
So whenever when it, jump, I'll be
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