Trunk Beating Songtext
Yeah, man, yeah, man, yeah, man
Big dude, hey
Carter Z, you go too crazy
Purple Chevy, bitch, my trunk beatin'
(Bitch, my trunk beatin'.)
1973 Impala, 6.0, super clean.
(This bitch super clean, hey.)
Stars up in it, this a new machine
Jump up out of it, chain swinging, bumping Pookie Lean
Big dude, hey
Carter Z, you go too crazy
Purple Chevy, bitch, my trunk beatin'
(Bitch, my trunk beatin'.)
1973 Impala, 6.0, super clean.
(This bitch super clean, hey.)
Stars up in it, this a new machine
Jump up out of it, chain swinging, bumping Pookie Lean
(Pookie Lean, hey, yo.)
Stay in my lane, this shit run in my genes
I mind my business from these rappers, I don't bump a thing
(Hey.)
Trill gang for life, this shit my neck and ring
(Trill gang.)
I bet not switch up on this shit, I'm rich, living my dreams
Boogie baby, back on that, I stamp it, this shit over with
Time to talk that hot shit, doing that, this summer a vulture nest
Coming for whatever I want, watch this
Keeping my members on these niggas neck
These niggas know I could check they chest
All they talking, but niggas ain't working
Think they thuggin', but ain't on shit
Niggas be killing me, be trying to diss
Huh, little brother ain't that Need to be popping your shit before you get popped, little nigga, stop using the bitch
Old school, done bitch lit
You better know I'm doing my shit
Red Rum 187, Gangland Mafia, hoe would love this shit
(Gangland business.)
None of my opps exist
(Yeah, none of 'em.)
None of my trollers rich
(Yeah, none of 'em.)
None of you lame-ass nigga that don't like me can fucked my bitch
(Yeah, none of 'em.)
Gold mouth Boog, jit
Fat, black, Glock, switch
Blue tip creatures, stitch
They wanna talk, they wanna piss me off
Them niggas know what's up
Hustle nobody, CMG bitch with a mafia, niggas ain't fuckin' with us
Big Boogie take care of all that 'cause he rich, shut your bitch ass up
Cut off a bitch that thought I was dumb, and I'm him
Boog don't get no fuck
(Bitch, I'm big dude.)
Bitch, I'm cranky, I'm getting angry, give me space
(Yeah)
I'm getting money, I still got money from back in the day
(Yeah)
They wanna know what Red Rum mean, it's on my face
(Yeah)
Westside baby, I'm moving like Trump when I come to the bay
(Westside)
Lambo neutral mode, make it hater walk, yeah
(Make it walk, yeah)
She like Boogie equals, make that pussy talk
Solid golds, I switched it up, still got my floss set
(Now I'm a jit)
They ask where I been, been under my rock till they piss me off, yeah
Boogie got my trunk beatin'
Boogie get the trunk beatin'
Watch out, bitch, my trunk beatin'
Four 12's got my trunk beatin'
Bitch, I'm thuggin', bitch, my trunk beatin'
Her coochie wet because my trunk beatin'
She gave me neck because my trunk beatin'
Hey, my neighbors pissed, I got my trunk beatin'
I'm on brother time, and me and TJ...
Hold on, roller this up
Stay in my lane, this shit run in my genes
I mind my business from these rappers, I don't bump a thing
(Hey.)
Trill gang for life, this shit my neck and ring
(Trill gang.)
I bet not switch up on this shit, I'm rich, living my dreams
Boogie baby, back on that, I stamp it, this shit over with
Time to talk that hot shit, doing that, this summer a vulture nest
Coming for whatever I want, watch this
Keeping my members on these niggas neck
These niggas know I could check they chest
All they talking, but niggas ain't working
Think they thuggin', but ain't on shit
Niggas be killing me, be trying to diss
Huh, little brother ain't that Need to be popping your shit before you get popped, little nigga, stop using the bitch
Old school, done bitch lit
You better know I'm doing my shit
Red Rum 187, Gangland Mafia, hoe would love this shit
(Gangland business.)
None of my opps exist
(Yeah, none of 'em.)
None of my trollers rich
(Yeah, none of 'em.)
None of you lame-ass nigga that don't like me can fucked my bitch
(Yeah, none of 'em.)
Gold mouth Boog, jit
Fat, black, Glock, switch
Blue tip creatures, stitch
They wanna talk, they wanna piss me off
Them niggas know what's up
Hustle nobody, CMG bitch with a mafia, niggas ain't fuckin' with us
Big Boogie take care of all that 'cause he rich, shut your bitch ass up
Cut off a bitch that thought I was dumb, and I'm him
Boog don't get no fuck
(Bitch, I'm big dude.)
Bitch, I'm cranky, I'm getting angry, give me space
(Yeah)
I'm getting money, I still got money from back in the day
(Yeah)
They wanna know what Red Rum mean, it's on my face
(Yeah)
Westside baby, I'm moving like Trump when I come to the bay
(Westside)
Lambo neutral mode, make it hater walk, yeah
(Make it walk, yeah)
She like Boogie equals, make that pussy talk
Solid golds, I switched it up, still got my floss set
(Now I'm a jit)
They ask where I been, been under my rock till they piss me off, yeah
Boogie got my trunk beatin'
Boogie get the trunk beatin'
Watch out, bitch, my trunk beatin'
Four 12's got my trunk beatin'
Bitch, I'm thuggin', bitch, my trunk beatin'
Her coochie wet because my trunk beatin'
She gave me neck because my trunk beatin'
Hey, my neighbors pissed, I got my trunk beatin'
I'm on brother time, and me and TJ...
Hold on, roller this up
