Trunk Muzik
Trunk Muzik
Burn One
Burn One
[Verse 1:]
Straight from the back of the game I rock it
Yelawolf's got that crack boy
In the woods with the SK I'm pockin'
You don't want to play with that toy
Droppin this heat like an asteroid
Good in the south like past Detroit
Pull up aside of a 1977
Sittin back and sippin my cronic 7
And I'm about to get down
Look at me changin lanes
Twin pipes lookin like dragon's breath
(Whoosh) Chevrolets throwin flames
Yes I know it's strange
Hit you with a left
I pull the chains
Bitch you too heavy to carry
You don't wanna bury yourself
Underneath that 808 I'll drop
It in your face like
[Chorus:]
DJs
I'll cruise it
I got that Trunk Muzik
Everybody hop in the Cadillac
And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets
With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down
If you cruise'n
I got that Trunk Muzik
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the 808 gonna fadeaway ain't no other way to get down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Told you I was coming
Said id be here in 5
And even though I brought you glasses
You still can't believe your eyes
But if you don't believe it by now
F*CK it just lean to the side
Hold up wait a minute I don't really
Wanna leave without a single solitary
So when needed for I'll bring it to em
If your sailin catch my drift
Lead me to the door check my list
Meet me at the floor catch this fist
Or meet me at the store catch this lick
Feel this house flip this brick
Real skateborders feel this grip
Moving threw the alley way
Look at the people triping
Cause I'm only choping like
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I have to be the hardest I got diamond nuts
I piss excellence ricky bobby lines um up
Catfish billy half pines um up
Yellow wolf country fries um up
Pull um in duffle bag then I roll up in a river then I... hold up
Watch what the f*ck you hold up
Dynamite sticks will blow up
Ghetto vision got this sold up
Roll up smoke up
Everybody wish'n they choose us
But we don't give a f*ck you know us
I know you didn't see me coming but I'm coming anyway
Bitch yellow wolf is style'n on
[Chorus]
YelaWolf - Trunk Muzik Lyrics
YelaWolf - Trunk Muzik Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Trunk Muzik
Trunk Muzik
Burn One
Burn One
[Verse 1:]
Straight from the back of the game I rock it
Yelawolf's got that crack boy
In the woods with the SK I'm pockin'
You don't want to play with that toy
Droppin this heat like an asteroid
Good in the south like past Detroit
Pull up aside of a 1977
Sittin back and sippin my cronic 7
And I'm about to get down
Look at me changin lanes
Twin pipes lookin like dragon's breath
(Whoosh) Chevrolets throwin flames
Yes I know it's strange
Hit you with a left
I pull the chains
Bitch you too heavy to carry
You don't wanna bury yourself
Underneath that 808 I'll drop
It in your face like
[Chorus:]
DJs
I'll cruise it
I got that Trunk Muzik
Everybody hop in the Cadillac
And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets
With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down
If you cruise'n
I got that Trunk Muzik
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the 808 gonna fadeaway ain't no other way to get down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Told you I was coming
Said id be here in 5
And even though I brought you glasses
You still can't believe your eyes
But if you don't believe it by now
F*CK it just lean to the side
Hold up wait a minute I don't really
Wanna leave without a single solitary
So when needed for I'll bring it to em
If your sailin catch my drift
Lead me to the door check my list
Meet me at the floor catch this fist
Or meet me at the store catch this lick
Feel this house flip this brick
Real skateborders feel this grip
Moving threw the alley way
Look at the people triping
Cause I'm only choping like
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I have to be the hardest I got diamond nuts
I piss excellence ricky bobby lines um up
Catfish billy half pines um up
Yellow wolf country fries um up
Pull um in duffle bag then I roll up in a river then I... hold up
Watch what the f*ck you hold up
Dynamite sticks will blow up
Ghetto vision got this sold up
Roll up smoke up
Everybody wish'n they choose us
But we don't give a f*ck you know us
I know you didn't see me coming but I'm coming anyway
Bitch yellow wolf is style'n on
[Chorus]
Trunk Muzik
Burn One
Burn One
[Verse 1:]
Straight from the back of the game I rock it
Yelawolf's got that crack boy
In the woods with the SK I'm pockin'
You don't want to play with that toy
Droppin this heat like an asteroid
Good in the south like past Detroit
Pull up aside of a 1977
Sittin back and sippin my cronic 7
And I'm about to get down
Look at me changin lanes
Twin pipes lookin like dragon's breath
(Whoosh) Chevrolets throwin flames
Yes I know it's strange
Hit you with a left
I pull the chains
Bitch you too heavy to carry
You don't wanna bury yourself
Underneath that 808 I'll drop
It in your face like
[Chorus:]
DJs
I'll cruise it
I got that Trunk Muzik
Everybody hop in the Cadillac
And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets
With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down
If you cruise'n
I got that Trunk Muzik
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the 808 gonna fadeaway ain't no other way to get down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Told you I was coming
Said id be here in 5
And even though I brought you glasses
You still can't believe your eyes
But if you don't believe it by now
F*CK it just lean to the side
Hold up wait a minute I don't really
Wanna leave without a single solitary
So when needed for I'll bring it to em
If your sailin catch my drift
Lead me to the door check my list
Meet me at the floor catch this fist
Or meet me at the store catch this lick
Feel this house flip this brick
Real skateborders feel this grip
Moving threw the alley way
Look at the people triping
Cause I'm only choping like
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I have to be the hardest I got diamond nuts
I piss excellence ricky bobby lines um up
Catfish billy half pines um up
Yellow wolf country fries um up
Pull um in duffle bag then I roll up in a river then I... hold up
Watch what the f*ck you hold up
Dynamite sticks will blow up
Ghetto vision got this sold up
Roll up smoke up
Everybody wish'n they choose us
But we don't give a f*ck you know us
I know you didn't see me coming but I'm coming anyway
Bitch yellow wolf is style'n on
[Chorus]
Writer: MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA, WILLIE WASHINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT