maajins - Trunk lyrics
[maajins - Trunk lyrics]
ZaySkillz slatt (Uh)
Nobody cares, nigga
I got a blick in the trunk, huh
Walked in that bitch with a pump, huh
(gimmie that shit)
Lil' ho, I do what I want, huh
That bitch mad, she call me a cunt, huh
Smokin' your pack, we gon' bunt, huh (Oh)
Your bitch ate me like honeybun, huh
We just shoot shit for the fun, huh
I'm your dad, bitch, you my son, huh (Rah)
Look at my cup, yeah, it's dirty
In a high speed tell that bitch not to worry
Glock make him dance, call him Roy Purdy
Send that boy up to the sky like birdie, huh
Bitch call my phone, what you want? (Huh)
Look at my wrist, yeah, it came from Milan
(Ha)
I'ma tap in, yeah, we hittin' the club
But they know who we are
So we skippin' the line (Slatt)
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
You niggas ain't fuckin' with me
I had to go and ed hardy the jeans
Got rich, shoutout Gunna
I'm pushin' thеm P's
I keep a Glock, I ain't fightin', huh
He ain't touch a band since Biden, huh
Hе stealin' my flow, yeah, he bitin', huh
Bad bitch got bad hair like a viking, huh
50 cal on me, I'm snipin, huh
Damn, lil' boy in the dirt
I'm off the Perc', my eyes wide, Lil Durk
Come get your bitch, she tryna flirt (Haha)
I be in the field, I feel like I'm AV
I fucked her friend
That's why that bitch hate me
Bitch, I ain't smokin' your weed
You gon' lace me
Rockin' dark red, yeah, shoutout Steve Lacy
That nigga ain't slide, he pullin' a fakey
Bullets gon' ride through his crib
No escaping four pockets full, bitch
I feel like Lil Baby i'm with the smoke
I ain't talking 'bout vaping (Shit)
I got a blick in the trunk, huh
Walked in that bitch with a pump, huh
(gimmie that shit)
Lil' ho, I do what I want, huh
That bitch mad, she call me a cunt, huh
Smokin' your pack, we gon' bunt, huh (Oh)
Your bitch ate me like honeybun, huh
We just shoot shit for the fun, huh
I'm your dad, bitch, you my son, huh (Rah)
Look at my cup, yeah, it's dirty
In a high speed tell that bitch not to worry
Glock make him dance, call him Roy Purdy
Send that boy up to the sky like birdie, huh
Bitch call my phone, what you want? (Huh)
Look at my wrist, yeah, it came from Milan
(Ha)
I'ma tap in, yeah, we hittin' the club
But they know who we are
So we skippin' the line (Slatt)
I got a blick in the trunk, huh
Walked in that bitch with a pump, huh
Lil' ho, I do what I want, huh
That bitch mad, she call me a cunt, huh
Smokin' your pack, we gon' bunt, huh
Your bitch ate me like honeybun, huh
We just shoot shit for the fun, huh
I'm your dad, bitch, you my son, huh (Rah)
Look at my cup, yeah, it's dirty
In a high speed '
Tell that bitch not to worry
Glock make him dance, call him Roy Purdy
Send that boy up to the sky like birdie, huh
Bitch call my phone, what you want? (Huh)
Look at my wrist, yeah, it came from Milan
(Ha)
I'ma tap in, yeah, we hittin' the club
But they know who we are
So we skippin' the line (Slatt)
Nobody cares, nigga
I got a blick in the trunk, huh
Walked in that bitch with a pump, huh
(gimmie that shit)
Lil' ho, I do what I want, huh
That bitch mad, she call me a cunt, huh
Smokin' your pack, we gon' bunt, huh (Oh)
Your bitch ate me like honeybun, huh
We just shoot shit for the fun, huh
I'm your dad, bitch, you my son, huh (Rah)
Look at my cup, yeah, it's dirty
In a high speed tell that bitch not to worry
Glock make him dance, call him Roy Purdy
Send that boy up to the sky like birdie, huh
Bitch call my phone, what you want? (Huh)
Look at my wrist, yeah, it came from Milan
(Ha)
I'ma tap in, yeah, we hittin' the club
But they know who we are
So we skippin' the line (Slatt)
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
You niggas ain't fuckin' with me
I had to go and ed hardy the jeans
Got rich, shoutout Gunna
I'm pushin' thеm P's
I keep a Glock, I ain't fightin', huh
He ain't touch a band since Biden, huh
Hе stealin' my flow, yeah, he bitin', huh
Bad bitch got bad hair like a viking, huh
50 cal on me, I'm snipin, huh
Damn, lil' boy in the dirt
I'm off the Perc', my eyes wide, Lil Durk
Come get your bitch, she tryna flirt (Haha)
I be in the field, I feel like I'm AV
I fucked her friend
That's why that bitch hate me
Bitch, I ain't smokin' your weed
You gon' lace me
Rockin' dark red, yeah, shoutout Steve Lacy
That nigga ain't slide, he pullin' a fakey
Bullets gon' ride through his crib
No escaping four pockets full, bitch
I feel like Lil Baby i'm with the smoke
I ain't talking 'bout vaping (Shit)
I got a blick in the trunk, huh
Walked in that bitch with a pump, huh
(gimmie that shit)
Lil' ho, I do what I want, huh
That bitch mad, she call me a cunt, huh
Smokin' your pack, we gon' bunt, huh (Oh)
Your bitch ate me like honeybun, huh
We just shoot shit for the fun, huh
I'm your dad, bitch, you my son, huh (Rah)
Look at my cup, yeah, it's dirty
In a high speed tell that bitch not to worry
Glock make him dance, call him Roy Purdy
Send that boy up to the sky like birdie, huh
Bitch call my phone, what you want? (Huh)
Look at my wrist, yeah, it came from Milan
(Ha)
I'ma tap in, yeah, we hittin' the club
But they know who we are
So we skippin' the line (Slatt)
I got a blick in the trunk, huh
Walked in that bitch with a pump, huh
Lil' ho, I do what I want, huh
That bitch mad, she call me a cunt, huh
Smokin' your pack, we gon' bunt, huh
Your bitch ate me like honeybun, huh
We just shoot shit for the fun, huh
I'm your dad, bitch, you my son, huh (Rah)
Look at my cup, yeah, it's dirty
In a high speed '
Tell that bitch not to worry
Glock make him dance, call him Roy Purdy
Send that boy up to the sky like birdie, huh
Bitch call my phone, what you want? (Huh)
Look at my wrist, yeah, it came from Milan
(Ha)
I'ma tap in, yeah, we hittin' the club
But they know who we are
So we skippin' the line (Slatt)