Pop The Trunk Lyrics - Trunk Muzik 0 To 60 - Yelawolf

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke peels 

Through the streets like an early morning fog 

Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet 

Helping Daddy chop early morning hog 

I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw 

When I woke up to the racket yawn and pause 

What the fuck man I can never get sleep man 

Peeped out the window what's wrong with ya'll 

Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweatpants and threw my pillow 

Looks like Daddy caught the motherfucker 

That tried to sneak in and steal his elbows 

They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands 

Naw, he's rough like a brillo 

Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete 

And a gun as heavy and tall as the midget Willow 

Think he's playin' 

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You better listen what he's sayin' punk 

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you 

He got an old Mossberg 

In the mossy oak duffle bag laying in the back of the donk boy 

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you Think he's playin' 

You better listen what he's sayin' punk 

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you 

He got an old Mossberg 

In the mossy oak duffle bag laying in the back of the donk boy 

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you 

11: 30 and I'm pulling up dirty 

Smoking babbage out the back of my buddy's Monte Carlo 

Spitting over some Supa Hot Beats 

With a super hot freak we call the parking lot ho 

You know we sipping on that old brown bottle 

Bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble 

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So when we ride around bitches follow 

But tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems 

Well one of them bitches be fucking one of my homeboy's favorite bitches 

And he's been on his hit list for a minute 

And I think he's ready to handle his business 

He told me "Yelawolf, get this" 

And he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist 

He said "Watch this shit" 

And he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit 

Think he's playin' 

You better listen what he's sayin' punk 

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you 

He got an old Mossberg 

In the mossy oak duffle bag laying in the back of the donk boy 

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you Think he's playin' 

You better listen what he's sayin' punk 

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you 

He got an old Mossberg 

In the mossy oak duffle bag laying in the back of the donk boy 

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you 

Two men stand, one's gotta go 

One falls down to the ground, one walks down to the road 

Momma better call the police 

Now he's screaming no 

Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's moving slow 

All this blood has spilled, enough to give a penguin chills 

Hot enough to make a potato smoke at the tip of the hollowed steel 

In the valley of the hollowed field 

In the valley of the hollowed tip 

This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy 

This is where I live - Bama 

Think he's playin' 

You better listen what he's sayin' punk 

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you 

He got an old Mossberg 

In the mossy oak duffle bag laying in the back of the donk boy 

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you Think he's playin' 

You better listen what he's sayin' punk 

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you 

He got an old Mossberg 

In the mossy oak duffle bag laying in the back of the donk boy 

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you