Pop The Trunk
Lyrics Yelawolf

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Meth lab in the back in the crack
Smoke peels fill the streets like an early morning fog
Mamas in the slaughter house with the hatchet
Helping daddy chop early morning hog
I'm catchin' zzz's like an early morning saw
When I walk up to the racket
Yawn and pause
What the f*ck man I can never get sleep man
Peeped out the window
What's wrong with y'all
Stood up with my Crimson Tide Alabama sweatpants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught that muthaf*cka'
That tried to sneak in and steal his elbo's
They don't know that old man don't hold hands
Or throw hands
Nah he's ruff like a brillo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and a gun
As heavy and tall as that midget Willow

[Hook (x2)]
Think he's playin'
You better listen what he sayin' punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
He got an ol' mossberg in a mossy oak duffle bag
Layin' in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you

11:30 and I'm pullin' up dirty
Smokin' babbedge out the back of my buddy's Monte Carlo
Spittin' over some Supa Hot Beats
With a super hot freak we call a parkin' lot ho'
You know we sippin' on that ol' brown bottle
Bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around b*tches follow
And tonight one of them b*tches giving us problems
Well one of them b*tches
Been f*ckin' one of my hombres favorite b*tches
And he's been on his hitlist for a minute
And think he's ready to handle his business
He told me Yelawof get this
And he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist
And he said watch this sh*t
And he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his bisquit, bisquit

[Hook (x2)]
Think he's playin'
You better listen what he sayin' punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
He got an ol' mossberg in a mossy oak duffle bag
Layin' 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 row
Your mama better call the police
Cause he's screamin' no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell
And he's movin' slow
All this blood is spilled
Enuff to give a penguin chills
Hot enuff to make the potato smoke
At the tip of the hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollow field
In the valley of the hollow tip
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy
This is where I live
'Bama

[Hook (x2)]
Think he's playin'
You better listen what he sayin' punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
He got an ol' mossberg in a mossy oak duffle bag
Layin' in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you

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