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[Verse:]
Ayo Iâm done selling drugs and buying keys on consignment
Iâm about to buy a lab and purchase me a lion
Drug money is sucks, Iâm the lux, drunk as a f-ck
Be going hard, bitch ass you butt
But still in all I gain I donât know no other way
Iâm cooler than the M6 play
I run with drug niggas who ya one day
One pay, one K
Sun play, some spray
Half of these niggas underage
They came with the purple T
Grape shit, some call it gray
I call it revolutionizing in the mix
My money he man now
Was shakin, donât f-ck with them snakes
F-ckin with them fix hustle niggas is gay
If thatâs your thing, cold play
Donât get in my way
We got hack saws that smack jaws, betray me
Bout to get you more
What you in this for? Aye chill
The official just late, give him his way
Thatâs my nigga no big and give him his space
If they front on us we frontin back, piss in his face
[Verse:]
Peace to the god, wussup?
More Iâm late in the cut
Layin in the cut with a slut
Late in the cut on the peanut butter guts
With a slut but Brazilian, half to a but
Denzel coo, stand niggas stall like woo
Whippin that work like woo
Brick flat woo, brick flat woo
Iâm penguin pussy goo
Since I wage in a brand new coup
Fuck niggas suck dick til you strangle
Therefore hatin on a real ass G
Like me talkin bout air got Anna
Say f-ck your bright but a nigga named Mike
F-ck nigga, yea Iâm a king in Atlanta
You donât wanna be a new star round the TV channel
Talkin bout last scene in Atlanta
Bitch I take your life, sleep good that night
Crab crab legs in Savana
Iâm so Tony Montana
Nose full of coke, M16, all black hammer
Put coke in the street, in a week everything jump back
Sweet Sweden and a can of Fanta
Polo polo had the flow ho
I got horses on pajamas
Yea, late night I might take flight
With 3 hoes like my name Santa
Yea yea, I drive a Chevy and I treat it like a Phantom
I bought a â96 Impala and I named it MJG
âCause we pimp hard and we pimp hard
And a bitch canât ride for free
[Verse:]
Peace to the gods
Way to hit the breaks home boy
You about to fall asleep in the car
Run a red light on me motherfucker
Iâmma pull the Chevy over and reach in the glove
Speak from the blood
Kin folk, you donât wanna see my pin though
You donât wanna see me unplugged
If I pull a 9 out, over night Iâll sign out
You should know I gets a bug in the rug
Get the buzz on drugs and chug a jug of sauce til I bust the goods
Man I could make a deacon dirty when I speak
Iâm murdering, I make a mean mugging cause
When I lean in the cut
Listen, this 30 yard 6 when your out of that window
Tiers in the mud
Got the soul of an old man, I can feel the love
So call me daddy, lay my balls on the cag
âCause I drive em nuts
Donât follow in envy if you ainât following where
âCause Iâm about grinding plus
These songs that I write got life, I can sick em on tree
They did grow target
Takin more lefs to the boys in the Bronx
Iâm losing heroin
Let em go ball, just give em more weed
Dollars in the kitchen, povery
Did I forget to mention Iâm an emcee?
That I have to prove it on BET
And cyphered twice but that just might be
I know
So radioactive, had a couple of radio attempts
But I donât wanna be radioactive anymore now
Than I wanna jump off a cliff
This I promise,
Catfish Billy, you can put Trunk Muzik in the picture frame
You ainât gotta tell me that I made a mistake and some of that shit was lame
But all I wanna do is say fuck that shit and please accept my change
I was on the tryna people please
So people please, know my name
Now back to the metaphors
Itâs better for me to settle scores instead of more self-loathe
And I put tags on toes
And like Iâm in the morgue and Iâm giving no pedicure
Said a story now go on and set the melanol
Set sail on a pale horse with a sword
Yea me behold, in a white Caprice classic, pedal to the floor
Flime of the seed in my pants
âCause I need what I need
I believe that I can go achieve what I came to achieve
And I leave you and you with the new CD in your hands
Put it in, put it in, let the 808 fill that space
Any kind of high never feels this great
You can feel the taste, you can see that smell
You can touch the moon when you hear that bass
Thank God that I got this gift, damn right and I wonât shut up
But the gray hair fall down like an OG, damn right and I wonât cut em
Man, Iâm on my shit
Life is a trip when Iâm jumpin over cracks in the road
Say what you want to about this white boy
But I know the truth and rapâs in his soul.
- Album:
- Daylight (Single)
- Love Story
- Walk with Me
- Trunk Muzik Returns
- Wyte Dawg
- Heart of Dixie (Mixtape)
- Friday The 13th (Mixtape)
- Radioactive
- Hard White (Up In The Club) (Single)
- Trunk Muzik 0 To 60
- Non-Album Releases
- Pop The Trunk (Single)
- Billy Crystal
- Arena Rap
- Daylight
- To Whom It May Concern
- Trunk Muzik 0-60 (Edited Version)
- Box Chevy V
- Trunk Muzik 0-60
- Creek Water