Trunk Rattle

When you're just with me, got the finest hitters near me Always stalking corners with a shorty and some sticky Could've been a statue, way she solid like a stiffy Cause we come from that Sydney where nobody carries blickies I'm not from the hood, I'm just the sexy in the city Always on my fly, the way you see me looking drippy I'm not much the type to find myself getting real tipsy I'm just focused on my game, I got a tre for every fifty But, no I'm not no gangster on some east side shit I got this heavy handed lumber, that might swoop your chick I know the fact that you ain't made it shows you still ain't shit So see me later on some hate that playa game type biz I know I sound a little rough, but it's the truth, I'm pissed Gotta grow up in this country run by ScoMo's pricks Truth is honest, I'll be brash on comb your wig back shit They're the words that they deserve, the way they fucked our kids, bitch Trunk rattle like a body in the boot Find them creeping in that city with the shoe It's not my fault, it's the fact that I move Feeling off, it's the fat and the food, woah Trunk rattle like a body in the boot Find them creeping in that city with the shoe It's not my fault, it's the fact that I move Feeling off, it's the fat and the food, woah And I'm so sorry that you heard about me Goes to show nobody go where it don't snow my hardly Old bit of knowledge, way too young to know the ropes I partly Fell from the top, it didn't drop, instead I made a party And I can feel it in my fucking veins I had a talent, but instead I chose to throw away I guess it didn't wanna leave cause that shit stays in place Or swings around and hits you back like it's a boomerang I relapsed, I crashed and broke, but I'm on bigger things Just stack a thousand, I can do that in a couple days Breaking down to my mama, hoping for these better makes She said to focus on the music and you'll turn out straight Great Trunk rattle like a body in the boot Find them creeping in that city with the shoe It's not my fault, it's the fact that I move Feeling off, it's the fat and the food Trunk rattle like a body in the boot Find them creeping in that city with the shoe It's not my fault, it's the fact that I move Feeling off, it's the fat and the food