Album Name

SHADYXV

Artist

Yelawolf, Various Artists

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2014.11.24

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Pop The Trunk - Yelawolf
Meth lab in the back and the crack
smoke pills through the streets
like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house
with a hatchet helping daddy
chop early morning hog
I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw
when I woke up to the racket
yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can never
get sleep man peeped out the window
what's wrong with ya'll
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama
sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker
that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't know that old man
don't hold hands or throw hands
naw he's rough like a brilo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out
a machete and that gun is heavy
and tall as the midget willow
Think he's playing
You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
on you
He got an old Mossberg
in the mossy oak duffle bag
laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
on you
Think he's playing
You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
on you
He got an old Mossberg
in the mossy oak duffle bag
laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
on you
11:30 and I'm pulling up dirty smoking
babbage out the back of
my buddies Monty Carlo
Spitting over some super hot beats
with a super hot freak
we call the parking lot hoe
You know we sipping on that
old brown bottle bass in the trunk
make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around bitches follow
and tonight one of the bitches
is giving us problem
Well one of them bitches be fucking
one of my homeboys favorite bitches
And has been on his hit list for a minute
and I think he's ready to
handle his business
He told me Yelawolf get this and
he handed me the Cartier watch
that was on his wrist
He said watch this shit and he
jumped to the trunk
and grabbed his biscuit Biscuit
Think he's playing
You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
on you
He got an old Mossberg
in the mossy oak duffle bag
laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
on you
Think he's playing
You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
on you
He got an old Mossberg
in the mossy oak duffle bag
laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
on you
Two men stand one's gotta go
One falls down to the ground
one walks down to the road
Momma better call the police
Now he's screaming no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock
salt shell and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled
enough to give a penguin chills
Hot enough to make a potato
smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollowed fields
In the valley of the hollowed till
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy
this is where I live Bama
Think he's playing
You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
on you
He got an old Mossberg
in the mossy oak duffle bag
laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
on you
Think he's playing
You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
on you
He got an old Mossberg
in the mossy oak duffle bag
laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
on you