Trunks (Explicit)

Pack out the trunk from the front to the back
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back Back
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back
Thirty-five and I'm still a pretty guy
Pussy never dry you know shawty certified
Pancake-ass niggas stay turnin' sides
Cookie cutter niggas soda pop yeah they Canada Dry
**** a fight nighty night if we shoot the five
Bop hit 'em low nigga shoot him high
Suit and tie they crossed the boy so many times feel crucified Yeah
Bumpin' Koopsta Knicca in my coupe my doors still suicide
Shoutouts to my felons boy we caught another felony Uh
Shoutout-shoutouts to my felons boy we caught another felony Ooh ooh
Shoutouts to my felons boy we caught another felony Ooh uh
Young felon nigga uptown **** who tellin' me Ooh ooh
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back Ooh ooh
All gold fronts from the front to the back Ooh ooh
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back Ooh ooh
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back Ooh uh-huh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah Uh yeah Uh yeah yeah uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah Uh yeah Uh yeah yeah uh What's up?
Yeah yeah yeah Get him yeah yeah yeah yeah uh Get him back
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah uh
BBL think they built
They strainin' when they trainin' in the gym
They think they Wilt Chamberlain
Can't name a ***** who pussy I ain't killed For real
You lame as **** we ain't forget
The muscles they ain't real yeah yeah uh
Shoutouts to my felons boy we caught another felony
Shoutout-shoutouts to my felons boy we caught another felony
Shoutout-shoutouts to my felons boy we caught another felony
Young felon nigga uptown **** who tellin' me Ooh ooh
Of course I ride around the bros
Of course I'm sellin' out my shows
Of course I slime and wipe my nose
Of course your honor I can't go to court
My baby mom want child support
**** college can't enroll no course
She celebrate and pop the cork of course
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back Uh uh
Nigga got a grade ********* where ya at?
Uh uh give it to 'em
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back
Where they at? Put it up
Nigga try to front we gon' leave 'em where he at Brrp back
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back
I got niggas in they cell goin' crazy in the jail well
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back
Tell the judge "Don't be holdin' grudge suck-suck my nuts
I'd rather be a thug I'd rather be a thug
I'd rather be a thug I'd rather be a thug
Said I don't give no *****
Y'all hatin' over love
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back
Niggas in they cell goin' crazy in the jail well
Shoutouts to the real ones the ones who never tellin'
Shoutouts to my fellas shoutouts to my fellas
Shoutouts to the real ones the ones who never tellin'
Shoutouts to my fellas shoutouts to my fellas
Shoutouts to the real ones the ones who never tellin'
Shoutouts to my fellas shoutouts to my fellas
Shoutouts to my fellas the ones who never tellin'