Bun B – In My Trunk lyrics

[Chorus: Bun B]
I got neon (In my trunk)
I got bass (In my trunk)
I got shit if I get caught I catch a case (In my trunk)
I got bricks (In my trunk)
I got pounds (In my trunk)
I got speakers and they bangin' that surround
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
They talkin' down (They talkin' down)
We get it crunk (We get it crunk)
We got the funk (We got the funk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)

[Verse 1: Bun B]
I'm a dirty south nigga, bitch I'm all about the cash (Cash)
Bands up in the mattress, nigga work up in the stash (Stash)
Got a pack of trill niggas rollin' with me down in mash (Mash)
I hopped up in the foreign, start it up and hit the gas (Gas)
I'm smokin' in that killer rolled up in a 'rillo ('Rillo)
I'm servin' all the fiends, burnin' butter on a Brillo (Brillo)
I got a couple thousand, tryin' to stack it to a mill-oh (Mill-oh)
It's gonna take a couple weeks but I'ma get it that's for real though (Real though)
Them corners we be grindin', day for day we never rested (Rested)
'Cause all we know is hustlin' for dollars and finessesin' (Finnessin')
Some fly mothafuckas, you can tell by how we dressin' (Dressin')
Been after us for years, but nigga, we ain't learned our lesson (Lesson)
Got niggas in the grave (Grave)
And niggas in the pen (Pen)
And the same shit they was doin', we out here doin' again ('Gain)
Don't make a lot of sense
But we don't give a fuck
All we know is poppin' pistols, poppin' seals and poppin' trunks

[Chorus: Bun B]
I got neon (In my trunk)
I got bass (In my trunk)
I got shit if I get caught I catch a case (In my trunk)
I got bricks (In my trunk)
I got pounds (In my trunk)
I got speakers and they bangin' that surround
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
They talkin' down (They talkin' down)
We get it crunk (We get it crunk)
We got the funk (We got the funk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
Maxo, Maxo
Stomped down, trill, savage, slingin' collard greens and cabbage
Pounds of the skunk in my trunk, like a wooly mammoth
Uncle Bun say he got a lick, it's time to set it up
Slide on 'em with them sticks like we slappin' hockey pucks
Catch that nigga slippin', take him down without a mask (Gimme that)
Tie up all his [?] and slap his wifey with the bag (Bitch)
Walkin' in the kitchen, I'm demandin' all the cash
And if he keep bullshittin', put the pistol in his ass
I-I keep the Glock on my pelvis (Hey)
Play with the rug like I'm Elvis (Hey)
Play with the green like a Celtic

[?] packed like a sandwich
Runnin' that base like a pitcher
Drop a whole eight in the pitcher (Sip it)
Packin' that pack like Green Bay
Puttin' junk in the trunk like I'm Kim K
Ayy, what's up, workin' out the bandos (Trap)
Forest with them trees, play with keys like pianos (Like Alicia, ayy)
Huh, go Rambo with the ammo
Pullin' up front, pop the trunk, like a Lambo

[Chorus: Bun B]
I got neon (In my trunk)
I got bass (In my trunk)
I got shit if I get caught I catch a case (In my trunk)
I got bricks (In my trunk)
I got pounds (In my trunk)
I got speakers and they bangin' that surround
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
They talkin' down (They talkin' down)
We get it crunk (We get it crunk)
We got the funk (We got the funk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
Pounds in the trunk (Ayy)
Rounds in the trunk (Ayy)
Call my choppa "Kris Kross" 'cause it make 'em jump (Jump)
Lemonade and Gelato, that's what's in my blunt (Woo)
Yeah we really come from shit, so nigga, I'ma stunt (Ayy)
Ayy, don't you never, ever, ever trust these niggas (Hell no)
Momma told me long time ago, "Mothafuck these niggas" (Fuck 'em)
These niggas ain't loyal (Fuck 'em)
These bitches ain't either
The middle of the summer, ridin' 'round with my heater
The middle of the winter, ridin' around with ice on
She did a naked photo shoot with my iPhone
Hey where the drink man?
I need another pint (Where you at?)
Crack another seal (Where you at?)
It's goin' down tonight

[Chorus: Bun B]
I got neon (In my trunk)
I got bass (In my trunk)
I got shit if I get caught I catch a case (In my trunk)
I got bricks (In my trunk)
I got pounds (In my trunk)
I got speakers and they bangin' that surround
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)
They talkin' down (They talkin' down)
We get it crunk (We get it crunk)
We got the funk (We got the funk)
That's in my trunk (That's in my trunk)

It's in my trunk
It's in my trunk
It's in my trunk
It's in my trunk