Pop The Trunk (feat. UGK)

I just bought me a Coupe de Ville

Took out the air bag, put in a wood wheel

Now all the ATL **** wanna jack 'cause I'm from Texas

Never seen candy with the fifth on the back

I'm coming down the west end, **** trying to jack

And bust a right Coney Island, pop the trunk and started capping

****, what's happening? Put they Bourbon to the floor, ****

Tried to bust back, but I was penetrating they door

****, in PA, it's like the wild, wild west

So we all pack clippers and we all wear vests

When the shit pop off, who gon' stunt?

**** ain't shooting me first, I'm finna pop the trunk

These **** keep talking like they want the funk

But **** love to talk shit, I'm finna pop the trunk

Running off at they dick-suckers, getting it crunk

****, I'm high off this weed, I'm finna pop the trunk

Steady fronting 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 **** steady running me hot, I'm finna pop the trunk

You **** didn't know that I was outta control

Slow your roll for I put this chopper straight to your flow

Hell, you better off dead than to fuck around with psycho ****

Don't be trying to plead your case 'cause I don't even like no ****

In my face, tryna question me about some drama

Only answer to two people, God and my mama

Far as **** trying to put me in the crosses

Let 'em holler at my bitch, Nina Ross, ho, house boss

I bet you mind something in, run and tell a friend

Sippin' on the gin, I think he set tripping once again

It ain't no stopping me, get at me and I'm dumping on you

Riding past your funeral, hanging out the window, slumping on you

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

**** that know me know I specialize in having bump

You can have the tail way from the shovel so we can pop the trunk

These **** keep talking like they want the funk

Mad 'cause his bitch chose me, I'm finna pop the trunk

Running off at they dick-suckers, getting it crunk

'Cause I'm fucking your gal, I got to pop the trunk

Steady fronting like a man, but you show me a punk

**** tried to jack my car, I had to pop the trunk

All we really came to do is just smoke some scum

Smoking at the tittie bar, I had to pop the trunk

Under Cali's blue skies

Smoking on chronicles and chocolate ties

Even when we tell the truth to hoes, we lies

Man, ain't no disguise, doing ninety, we flies

Ain't got no time for middlemen and small fries

Only money conversation and big thighs

Let me talk to your boss man, the **** with the pies

And back your 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 your eyes

Recognize, I done set me sights on the prize

And put lights out with the boom-bitty, bye-byes

I'm living my life off a rap and weed highs

And ask my agent 'bout my fucking shoe size

But fucking with us ain't wise, we get crunk

We came to pop the trunk (What?) The trunk

These **** keep talking like they want the funk

I knew he was the police, I had to pop the trunk

Running off at they dick-suckers, getting it crunk

Man, I'm sippin on promethazine, popping the trunk

Steady fronting like a man, but you show me a punk

I came through carat tears, 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, popping the trunk

UGK and Celly Cel, we 'bout to pop the trunk

Sipping on Hennessy, stuck, I'm finna pop the trunk, bitch

Smoke something

D town, PA, uh, '97

Smoke something

Representing money, like Too Short, bitch