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(álbum: There You Have It - 2017)


Yeah
Pop the trunk in the back (trunk in the back, trunk in the back)
We pop the trunk in the back (trunk in the back, trunk in the back)

Look, we partying in the hood, 57th and Fig and
Got us a couple of bottles, looking for a couple of bitches
Pull up front at the crib, looking for parking but sense is
Telling us, "This ain't the spot we wanna be," but continue
I'm like, "This shit don't look cool", P tell me to quit bitching
Look out the window, see some niggas walking up to the entrance
Hoping they focused on pussy after some Hennessy sipping
'Cause I done see too many cases, this shit turning out different

We pop the trunk in the back (trunk in the back, trunk in the back)
Yeah, pop the trunk in the back (trunk in the back, trunk in the back)

Look, we pop the trunk in the back, gotta stash the belongings
Hoping we don't become targets, po-po don't come till' the morning
We pop the trunk in the back, them niggas into the party
Tattoos all over their neck, distinctive limp while they walking
Pop the trunk in the back, hoes walk up to us talking
Lightskin with ass and then booze, the pussy don't come that often
Fuck it, we up in this bitch, bend down and tie up my Jordans
Pay 5 dollars to enter, follow them bitches, I'm stalking
I'm 18 with a bang, she just went out with her homies
Don't get nice to myself, I'm liquored up and I'm horny
They bumping YG like Jeezy, I use the wall to support me
Hoop practice up in the morning, right now, I'm focused on scoring
She pop that trunk, she got back, I need your AIM not your number
All my niggas is thirsty, all my niggas is hunting
Ro said, "We gotta shake, baby girl, it's nice to meet ya"
I turn around and look up, I see them thumbing two fingers
That's them neigborhood niggas, it's also Grapes in the building
Family niggas done travelled, couple stragglers entered
DJ said, "Let's turn it up", he played "Geeked Up" by Jeezy
Now niggas throwing up hoods, shit, all they need is a reason to

Pop the trunk in the back (trunk in the back, trunk in the back)
Pop the trunk in the back (trunk in the back, trunk in the back)

Ro said, "Nigga let's dip", "This shit crackin, you trippin"
"Let's just shake kinda early" "Calm down, you looking suspicious"
Tay said he heard some commotion, couple niggas was cripping
At least I think that's what he said, shit me and P on the bitches
We headed back to the back, Ro like, "Fuck it, what's happenin'?"
If shit pop off, it pop off, I'm too focused on smashing
Shit, I'm like "Yeah, that's my nigga," plus midnight just happened
That means slow sessions is starting, Pretty Ricky be cracking
I'm on the floor with a ratchet, some nigga yelled out, "What's brackin'"
I looked up and he cracked him, this homie pulled out, he blasting
Niggas panicked and scrambling, bullets ricocheted off the cabinet
I hear crying and screaming, I feel the wind flying past me
We hopped the gate in the back, hop a couple more to be cautious
My niggas, we know the drill, this shit done happen too often
We finally get to the whip, Dante still on the bitches
I'm like, "Nigga, let's roll, no time for parking lot pimpin'"
He get the last couple digits, I'm like, "Nigga, you tripping
Know it's grimy out here, that bitch ain't worth it, we dippin'"
We pull off in the whip, that was just there when we entered
Pull 38 to the deuce, one had a 9 with extensions
They popped the trunk and went back

Ayo bro, pass me that. Come on, hurry up! Pass me that, shit!
Nigga, I'm movin!
Hurry up, bro. Them niggas still there?
Cause, what's crackin'? Nigga, I said what's crackin'?
Ayy... we bout' to air this shit out!
Man, fuck them bitch ass niggas!
[*gunshots*]

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