Yelawolf - Trunk Muzik Lyrics

Trunk Muzik, trunk Muzik

Straight from the back of the game I rock it
Yelawolf's got that crack boy
In the woods with the S-K I'm cockin'
You don't want to play with that toy
Droppin' this heat like an asteroid
Good in the south like Pastor Troy
Pull up aside of a 1977
Sittin' back and sippin' my Crown and seven
Pimpin' I'm about to get down,
Look at me changin' lanes
Twin pipes lookin' like dragon's breath
(Rooo) Chevrolet's blowin' flames
Yes I, know it's strange
Hit you in the left eye
Hold the change
Bitch you too heavy to carry
You don't wanna bury yourself
Underneath that eight O eight I'm droppin' in your face like

To the DJ's
Out cruisin'
I got that Trunk Muzik
Everybody hop in the Cadillac
And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's
With the bottom won't you roll the window down
If ya cruisin'
I got that Trunk Muzik
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the eight O eight come and fade away
Ain't no better way to get down

I told you I was coming
Said I'd be here in five
And even though I brought you glasses
You still cant believe your eyes
But if you don't believe it by now
Fuck it just lean to the side
Hold up wait a minute I don't really
Wanna leave without a single solitary soul
need em' for what I'll bring it to 'em
If your sailin' catch my drift
Lead me to the door check my list
Meet me at the floor catch this fist
Or meet me at the store catch this lick
Build this house flip this brick
Real skate borders feel this grip
Moving through the alleyway
Look at the people tripping
Cause I'm on a chopper like

To the DJ's
Out cruisin'
I got that Trunk Muzik
Everybody hop in the Cadillac
And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's
With the bottom won't you roll the window down
If ya cruisin'
I got that Trunk Muzik
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the eight O eight come and fade away
Ain't no better way to get down

I have to be the hardest I got diamond nuts
I piss excellence Ricky Bobby lines em up
Catfish Billy half pints 'em up
Yelawolf country fries 'em up
Pull um in duffle bag then I roll 'em in a river then I hold up
Watch what the fuck you hold up
Dynamite sticks will blow up
Ghet-O-Vision got this sewed up
Roll up smoke up, everybody wishin' they choose us
But we don't give a fuck you know what
I know you didn't see me coming but I'm coming anyway
Bitch Yelawolf is stylin' on 'em

To the DJ's
Out cruisin'
I got that Trunk Muzik
Everybody hop in the Cadillac
And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's
With the bottom won't you roll the window down
If ya cruisin'
I got that Trunk Muzik
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the eight O eight come and fade away
Ain't no better way to get down