Uh, peep me in a Jeep two deep

It's just me and my heat

y'all wanna take anything, leave boy sleep

No such thing as free, uh

Folk act tough but they ain't got shit on me (Woo)

Rappers all good but they ain't got shit on me

Trunk Muzik

Shit, you can bump to it

Pour a lil' up to it

Try me one time and you can't undo it

They ain't got shit on me

Trunk Muzik, huh

Rappers all good but they ain't got shit on me

Motherfuckers need to quit talking all that crazy shit

How much girls, drugs they got

Give a fuck about none of that shit

Ayy, I don't care how much dope you sellin'

You should care more about the hoes that you tellin'

Dirt, leather soft, I'm reppin'

Always gotta ride with a weapon

Spent too much time outside with the felons

Daddy was an outlaw, ride with the eightball

Guns in the ride, we ain't talking 'bout paintball

Don't mean I won't get in the paint

Know last rapper that I came for got mangled (Got mangled)

Left him bloody in the streets, paramedic company

That's a pair of scary crackers, your cup of tea

Cunt, you were smiling, try not fuck with me, yeah

Yelawolf, black sheep, blacking out on sleep

Blackout curtains for the heat

Black is what is underneath

Try to come swim with the shark

but the water is getting too deep

And I gotta get in my feast

I get ahead of myself when I talk about y'all

Like you know I got the skill to compete

Still I don't miss a beat, riding with Pistol Pete

Two felonies and a misdeme'

Study the folks who tried me before you

'Cause like them you gonna be history

Trunk Muzik

Shit, you can bump to it

Pour a lil' up to it

Try me one time and you can't undo it

No such thing as free, uh

Trunk Muzik, uh

Rappers all cool but they ain't got shit on me

But they ain't got shit on Doobie!

Peep me in my bag like a basket of Peeps

Off of cocaine and an Advil relief

Y'all cannot fool me, boy, I laugh to the bank

I'm the shit with the stain

Ridin' around in a tank in a tanktop

Knife on my leg, hoping one of y'all namedrop

Fuck what you heard, we them boys and you ain't hot

Fuck what you heard, we them boys and you ain't hot

Watch 'em pop up out the blue, that's a Percocet

Tryna stay cool but it's hot in this turtleneck, ooh

I hurdle a herd of sheep in my sleep

Before I woke up in bed, I took a leak

Bedwetter, trendsetter

Dead center of the attention and finna get better

Turn that pussy into wet weather

Is it hailing or it's meth weather?

Why do you inhale it? It make the sex better

Huffing a line, covered in hives

Walking on glass, breaking the ice

Money got me rolling like dice

Molly got me rolling like dice

Paid the price, I gave my life

My heart and soul, I won the fight

We on a roll, I'm on a roll

I'm rolling by, four front tires, so inspired

Raised the bar, I'm on the rise, it's

Trunk Muzik

Shit, you can bump to it

Pour a lil' up to it

Try me one time and you can't undo it

No such thing as free, uh

Trunk Muzik, uh

Rappers all cool but they ain't got shit on me

Yeah, check out my boots, bitch

Hahahaha

Yeah

I just left a thrift shop with a Ziploc full of new rings

Got a few things for the miss

I got no bling on the wristwatch

That denim vest, put that top rock of

that vintage New York hip-hop

Where the funk at? Y'all lost that

Too much trap, not enough style

Too much go, not enough slow

Too much blow, not enough pot

Two months ago now it's old school

I'm like, fuck that shit, no, it's not

Look, you don't want it with the posse, pussy

Not me, try me, push me

Pull up on your fucking block, we mopping

Got you sloppy, gushy

Mafia, mafia, Slumerican is the mafia

And I am not being cocky but Slumerican is unstoppable

Give a fuck 'bout that Glock you tote

even my mama got pistols

You should be more afraid of Mama Wolf

if you let that clip go

Gang, gang

Never snorted Columbian, bang, bang

But I snorted enough glue to knock a few screws loose

And the rails up off my train

That Ozzy Osbourne, why's he always going?

Lying ass rappers, not a rider, boy

I'm a rider for the music I perform

Got another tour, know what I did it for?

Family handing me bills

Enemies handing me grills

Can I be young and concealed?

Know I'm an animal seer

Only presented with thrills

So don't pretend to be real

Rappers are getting you killed

Punking you out of a deal

Suckered you out of the bill

Then owe the real thing

I'm the real thing

I will kill dreams

Freddy Krueger with the Ruger pumped into you

What's the music?

Trunk Muzik