Pop Yo Trunk lyrics

[Chorus]
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe

[Verse]
Pop yo trunk on that motherf*cking b*tch
You know her sl*tty ass ain't talking bout no sh*t
Just trying to dig in yo pockets, just trying to make it out
f*ck that hoe, leave that b*tch in a ditch and a drought
You know what it is, it's that Cadillac phonk
My n*ggas is blasting they sh*t out they damn trunk
This that pimp sh*t, that damn Raider sh*t
And you know my n*ggas out there, they trying to get it
They staying with it, you already know what it is
My n*ggas out there handling that f*cking biz
These b*tches always claiming, they wanna hold a n*gga down
But then later on they wanna f*ck up yo pimping style
That's why I move around, stay focused on me
Worry about the Raider Klan and SG
Slim Guerilla man I keep it trill for my n*ggas riding in them Batmobiles
The Batmobiles, I mean them Cadillacs
And this is for my n*ggas out there holding them damn stacks
B R motherf*cking K, southern phonk
It's for them n*ggas blasting sh*t up out they trunk
[Chorus]
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*tch, man f*ck that hoe