Pop Trunk Wave
Yeah, they finna have a problem
On this one mayn
H Town representing, Screwed Up Click
You in here, with Trae the Truth mayn
I had to take em back, on this one
We gon throw this back for P-A T
And DJ Screw mafio and Gator
It's finna go down round here
You know we just getting started
Asshole By Nature
They know I'm here to bring it gangsta
When I'm sitting on something glass
I'm original Screwed Up Click
I don't believe in moving fast
Catch me tipping on fo' 4's
With my trunk open and close
Them haters gon kill theyself
When I pull up in suicide do's
400 dollar loc's on my face
With diamonds in my mouth
And I'm well acquainted with Johnny
Bitch I'm shining in the South
No need to watch out for jackers
Say homie I'm to the good
Not only because I'm strapped
But I kept it real with the hood
So it's understood
When I pull out that block in the line
You see me rolling, with the top down
Thinking how I just got paid, pop trunk wave
Like I'm fresh out of Jack
In a drop that got sprayed
Just-just, got paid pop-pop, trunk wave
It ain't no explaining off top
Trae fin to shine on em
If you ain't holding
Move out the way while I recline on em
I tend to get reckless
Whenever my trunk get to rocking
I rearrange the neighborhood
When I'm pulling up knocking
I know these haters watching
But they bet not cross the line
D-Boy two cars behind
Fin to put something across your mind
We might just swang em down
And show em how we rep in Tex'
A '94 version of Pat
Now who the next to plex
They ain't gon like it
When they get a taste of ABN bubble lights
Alligator insides yeah they gon hate me then
And I'm the truth
If you don't like it come and see me homie
And if you doubt it
I can make you where you believe me homie
In a wide body, and I'm sitting so thoed
Fresh set of glass
So I'm hogging up the road
Diamonds on the wood
Definition of gripping grain
So I threw in a throwback Screw
And let that motherfucker bang
I'm in a zone I boss when I floss
Riding for the set
And this paint that you see on this whip
Is classified as wet
And I bet that you gon respect it
'fore it damage ya mayn
Cause running off at the mouth
Will get your car ran dead out the lane
And that's the bidness mayn
Better respect a G 'fore he click
And I dropped the top the same time
I dropped the kit and for the hate
I still swang and I swang and
I swang to the left
Pop my trunk, yep-yep-yep-yeeep
