Big K.R.I.T. - Subenstein (My Sub IV) Lyrics

Trunk knocking when I drive, my sub came alive
Transformer in my ride, my sub came alive
When them hoes outside, my sub came alive
They saying bass died, my sub came alive
My sub came alive, my sub came alive
My sub came alive
They saying bass died, my sub came alive

Caught you on the creep while everybody gone to sleep
A dog got the leash, the only way I speak
Motherfucker I don't tweet, that's the same for police
I never tone it down once I ride in the streets
Come alive with the ball, crack curb by the yard
Bust the seats out the back
A monster's in the car!
If the monster went and start, it only come in large
Come alive for the star, but it came from my garage

Trunk knocking when I drive, my sub came alive
Transformer in my ride, my sub came alive
When them hoes outside, my sub came alive
They saying bass died, my sub came alive
My sub came alive, my sub came alive
My sub came alive
They saying bass died, my sub came alive

Automatic quake make em' automatic shake
It's hard to fill your face, way on Mars feel the bass
Make a martian, make Earth a target to get a taste
Ain't no room for you busted luggage, I'm outta space
Seen the trunk once it start to thump, I can't turn it down
It's too live for the pictures on your wall to survive
Outside, talking keep it quiet, I'ma kill your vibe
15s like it's Frankenstein, watch it come alive

Trunk knocking when I drive, my sub came alive
Transformer in my ride, my sub came alive
When them hoes outside, my sub came alive
They saying bass died, my sub came alive
My sub came alive, my sub came alive
My sub came alive
Then I heard boom from the amplifier

Oh my sub, it knock and it bang
From the lows to the highs, it shakes the whole frame
The old school whip, it swang whenever I come through
I've been basing all night long
My sub won't do me wrong
All night long, my sub keep subbing on

'Cause when I'm outchea' on the creep for a speaker freak
Let me let me eat you on her lows just to hit her peak on the light
Backrub in the backseat, tweeters where the stash be
I can't hear no lames over this bang, so please don't ask me bout turning down
All this sound that it surround
Fuck the law, I'm gon let it bang til' it crack the ground
Bending curves, swanging and I swerve on the boulevard
Only me and god, you can never ever turn the knob

Oh my sub, it knock and it bang
From the lows to the highs, it shakes the whole frame
The old school whip, it swang whenever I come through
I've been basing all night long
My sub won't do me wrong
All night long, my sub keep subbing on