Trunk

ZaySkillz

Slatt (Uh)

Nobody cares, nigga

I got a blick in the trunk, huh

Walked in that bitch with a pump, huh (Shit)

Lil' ho, I do what I want, huh

That bitch mad, she call me a cunt, huh

Smokin' your pack, we gon' bunt, huh (Oh)

Your bitch ate me like honeybun, huh

We just do shit for the fun, huh

I'm your dad, bitch, you my son, yeah (Rah)

Look at my cup, yeah, it's dirty

In the hospice, tell that bitch not to worry

Glock make him dance, call him Roy Purdy

Send that boy up to the sky like a birdie, huh

Bitch call my phone, what you want? (Huh)

Look at my wrist, yeah, it came from Milan (Ha)

I'ma drop in, yeah, we hittin' the club but they know who we are,

So we skippin' the line (Slatt)

(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)

You niggas ain't fuckin' with me

I had to go in and harden thе G's

Got rich, shoutout Gunna, I'm pushin' them P's

I hit with Glock, I ain't fightin', huh

He ain't touch a band since Bidеn, huh

He stealin' my flow, yeah, he bitin', huh

My bitch got bad hair like a viking, huh

.50 cal on me, I'm snipin, huh

Damn, lil' boy in the dirt

I'm off the Perc', my eyes wide, Lil Durk

Come get your bitch, she tryna flirt (Haha)

In New York, I feel like I'm A.V

I fucked her friend, that's why that bitch hate me

Bitch, I ain't smokin' your weed, you gon' lace me

Rockin' that red, yeah, shoutout Steve Lacy

That nigga ain't slide, he pullin' a fakey

Bullets gon' ride through his car, no escaping

Four pockets full, bitch, I feel like Lil Baby

I'm with the smoke, I ain't talking 'bout vaping (Shit)

I got a blick in the trunk, huh

Walked in that bitch with a pump, huh (Shit)

Lil' ho, I do what I want, huh

That bitch mad, she call me a cunt, huh

Smokin' your pack, we gon' bunt, huh (Oh)

Your bitch ate me like honeybun, huh

We just do shit for the fun, huh

I'm your dad, bitch, you my son, yeah (Rah)

Look at my cup, yeah, it's dirty

In the hospice, tell that bitch not to worry