Poppin' My Trunk (Remix) [feat. Tyte Eyez]

Hop out the slab in some gator boots And Versace shades We ain't on them swangas Then my niggas out here chopping blades 83s and the fo's Real playas getting chose Burning rubber on the road To success And they mad Cause a nigga getting drove Tears in his shirt But he swear he got hoes Lay up with the bitch And he think he got goals But I'm tryna ride clean with the four 15s Elbows and the black and gold vogues Turn the music real loud let it bump That Godzilla King Kong in the trunk Stories Of A Yung King It was me and lil Ching Call James and he pull up With the pump unh What you doing what you saying How you think a nigga hating See I came up around the OGs so to me It was cool to be a playa Nowadays niggas wanna ball When you fumble See a blitz And won't block if they rush you See you on a grind And they steady talking down Talking shit like What you know about a struggle I got them Gs shocked Cause the timing shine Like it's Micheal Kors I Sta-flo Cause my bars is Straight as an ironing board Wood gripping that pine Gold base under wine I just need a lil time When I dip Pop the trunk And recline on the fifth nigga Bitch I'm still popping my trunk Still popping my trunk Still popping my trunk Bitch I'm still popping my trunk Bitch I'm still popping my trunk Still popping my trunk Bitch I'm still Popping my trunk Still popping my trunk Still popping my trunk Bitch I'm still popping My trunk Bitch I'm still popping my trunk Still popping my trunk Bitch I'm still Popping my trunk Just like that I'ma leave the trunk cracked RIP to my dog Fat Pat Mafio Big Moe Hawk and Grace We bouta put it in they face Feel the bass Gray tape got it humming Coming down Fifth wheel grill and the woman Eddie got my paint looking like honey Boy sitting right Can't take that from me I'ma tell you like a nigga told me If you ain't riding clean Then stay off the scene Cause niggas out here Pulling up European 2019s equipped with the screens MLK we twenty deep Tipping slow you better creep But them pots holes tear'll up yo shit Freshman vogues them hoes ain't cheap Beep beep beep goes my line Bitch talking bout I was on her mind Wanted to know if I could dick her down I said no and she start crying I said calm down I'ma come later Right now popping trunk on haters Don't forget you gone owe me a favor Might beat up the trunk And wake up yo neighbors Bitch I'm still popping my trunk Still popping my trunk Still popping my trunk Bitch I'm still popping my trunk Bitch I'm still popping my trunk Still popping my trunk Bitch I'm still Popping my trunk Still popping my trunk Still popping my trunk Bitch I'm still popping My trunk Bitch I'm still popping my trunk Still popping my trunk Bitch I'm still Popping my trunk