Kutt Calhoun, Grant Rice - N Da Trunk lyrics

What you gon do with all that dope?
All the dope inside that case
Imma push push push this weight
So these niggas get this cake
What you gonna do with all that heat?
All the heat in that seat
Imma hit hit these streets
Teach these squares to handle beef

This must be crazy harass them on the daily
I tell them fuck you pay me
If they ain't got my grade T
Riding in something swolen
The police think it's stolen
But they can't stop my hustle, nigga
Cross me, Imma go up
In my trunk, my funk is in the trunk
I keep my lady pumped i keep my lady pumped
Check it out cocked pistols, safety's off
I live, eat, breathe, sleep and shit the dope
I got a gun that I nicknamed 10 to 4
Because it always hit when I jump the r
When I get a rock, make sure it's hard white
Get stepped, not stepped on all the night
Got a problem, you can give a call to Rice
Calhoun be a beast on a Harlem night

Rice! Back at the store
Seen a 28, I turn a half to a whole
Back at ya, bro with a rope to choke
You pussys try to put me on that Ohky Doke
Armend Hammer and a gram of white
Turn over the Os
Not a man alive can jam with Rice
I'll put a hole in your man
Like the hand of Criste

I got them spending
Spending all them dollars on them
All of the night on them their eyes are open
I can see them looking at me
But you don't wanna mess with me

Now I'm spending
Mixing this Bacardi and lemon
Yeah nigga, Linnin or spinnin
Just like the ryms when I'm dippin
Coming through sideways winnin
For all these women
Bitches, bitches, hoes, I don't love 'm

White in the cup with the crandberry cuts
I ride through on gold gold like Kali did it
Hard to get it, a mile a minute
It's all about the spinnin
Pop bye, found out you snitchen
Vroom vroom, when I smash the gass
Speed race, when I chace, after cash
Detox like an Aftermath
Back to back with Kutt, magic hat

I got them spending
Spending all them dollars on them
All of the night on them their eyes are open
I can see them looking at me
But you don't wanna mess with me

What you gon do with all that dope?
All the dope inside that case
Imma push push push this weight
So these niggas get this cake
What you gonna do with all that heat?
All the heat in that seat
Imma hit hit these streets
Teach these squares to handle beef

I got them spending
Spending all them dollars on them
All of the night on them their eyes are open
I can see them looking at me
But you don't wanna mess with me