Jairus King - Poppin' My Trunk (Remix) [feat. Tyte Eyez] Lyrics

Hop out the slab in some gator boots
And Versace shades
We ain't on them swangas
Then my niggas out here chopping blades
83s and the fo's
Real playas getting chose
Burning rubber on the road
To success
And they mad
Cause a nigga getting drove
Tears in his shirt
But he swear he got hoes
Lay up with the bitch
And he think he got goals
But I'm tryna ride clean with the four 15s
Elbows and the black and gold vogues
Turn the music real loud let it bump
That Godzilla
King Kong in the trunk
Stories Of A Yung King
It was me and lil Ching
Call James and he pull up
With the pump unh
What you doing what you saying
How you think a nigga hating
See I came up around the OGs so to me
It was cool to be a playa
Nowadays niggas wanna ball
When you fumble
See a blitz
And won't block if they rush you
See you on a grind
And they steady talking down
Talking shit like
What you know about a struggle
I got them Gs shocked
Cause the timing shine
Like it's Micheal Kors
I Sta-flo
Cause my bars is
Straight as an ironing board
Wood gripping that pine
Gold base under wine
I just need a lil time
When I dip
Pop the trunk
And recline on the fifth nigga
Bitch I'm still popping my trunk
Still popping my trunk
Still popping my trunk
Bitch I'm still popping my trunk
Bitch I'm still popping my trunk
Still popping my trunk
Bitch I'm still
Popping my trunk
Still popping my trunk
Still popping my trunk
Bitch I'm still popping
My trunk
Bitch I'm still popping my trunk
Still popping my trunk
Bitch I'm still
Popping my trunk
Just like that
I'ma leave the trunk cracked
RIP to my dog Fat Pat
Mafio Big Moe Hawk and Grace
We bouta put it in they face
Feel the bass
Gray tape got it humming
Coming down
Fifth wheel grill and the woman
Eddie got my paint looking like honey
Boy sitting right
Can't take that from me
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
If you ain't riding clean
Then stay off the scene
Cause niggas out here
Pulling up European
2019s equipped with the screens
MLK we twenty deep
Tipping slow you better creep
But them pots holes tear'll up yo shit
Freshman vogues them hoes ain't cheap
Beep beep beep goes my line
Bitch talking bout I was on her mind
Wanted to know if I could dick her down
I said no and she start crying
I said calm down I'ma come later
Right now popping trunk on haters
Don't forget you gone owe me a favor
Might beat up the trunk
And wake up yo neighbors
Bitch I'm still popping my trunk
Still popping my trunk
Still popping my trunk
Bitch I'm still popping my trunk
Bitch I'm still popping my trunk
Still popping my trunk
Bitch I'm still
Popping my trunk
Still popping my trunk
Still popping my trunk
Bitch I'm still popping
My trunk
Bitch I'm still popping my trunk
Still popping my trunk
Bitch I'm still
Popping my trunk