My Sub (Pt. 2: The Jackin')

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still live in my trunk and I could've take pop, my real cha chop on my bass line

(Nigga wut?)

Cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars

(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)

(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)

(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)

(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

Yo cause I'm back again, old school and I'm backin' out

Cause the boss still rep that, grip that

Hit the bass and I'm actin' out

On the after bath you stackin' clouds

Shoppin' what they ask about

In the parkin' lot deep when the whole world sleep

All night in my seat 'til I'm passin' out

Gotta keep my eyes open cause I hear that fire scopin'

From the car with the pants off and the cha cha belt so I drive slowly

Fuckin' bangin' a bad wood like a left shoe, with the lights, we go ten

Stopped at the gas station for a package shift

I found trinkets of purple mint just to freshen up

Tried to say she can't afford

But we gotta make a move cause it's after 2

And her man is the type of bull, she fightin' 'I'm but I ain't though

Now she wonder what she came for

But I ain't trippin' no place, I ain't even gonna flip

Over none a nigga bitch, move over to the next

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still live in my trunk and I could've take pop, my real cha chop on my bass line

(Nigga wut?)

Cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars

(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)

(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)

(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)

(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I still got my sub hoe

Jammin' on that drawer flow

King Kong's in my trunk, in a fight with thumb, better lick my sore throat

Shorty in the front seat but see that can't hide full

She ain't worried 'bout her man no more

Hell, hell not a jiddy hoe that may never slam no doors

I thought I saw some light but I'm trippin'

I got a birthday riffle, I miss it

I hear the super 8 cause she super late and she know the way and I did

All in my view, have no feel, says she wanna fuck with me

Well, I told 'er that's all good while she broke my wood but a pimp don't fuck her booty

She left to answer her phone, I swear it's 3 in the morn'

Like who could that be, she looked at me like he won't leave me alone

But it's a damn shame, he don't know my name and I ain't got no time to choke throats

At least just get in room and do what we do and be about your thing until 4

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still live in my trunk and I could've take pop, my real cha chop on my bass line

(Nigga wut?)

Cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars

(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)

(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)

(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)

(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I still got my sub hoe

Yo Shawty, just lock my door and get out

Alright baby, I got you

Aye Wally, what's good boy?

You always on your phone

Boy, I'm at this Super 8 right across the street from where you live at boy

That's what it is man

Yeah man, this shit bout to go down man, shawty bad as fuck

Aye man, Just be careful out there man

Yea I'm play it same man, Don't worry bout it man. For real, I got you. Aye aye hold on

Boom, motherfucker

I thought ya'll said ya'll wasn't gone hurt him

Bitch, shut the fuck up

Open the trunk. Let's get this motherfucker sub

Last night my DJ saved my life

Last night my DJ saved my life

Last night my DJ saved my life

Last night my DJ saved my life

My life, my life