Trunk Rattle

My momma cried the day I got put on the hood

Never wished for better days, only wished a nigga would

Never been a pump faker, that won't do your boy no good

Still shoot it like a free throw, hammers that the chicos get

Daddy threw it off the glass like a bank shot, shit

I'm just trying to get the money that the bank got flip

Like a monster truck, banging never disturbed me

That's the only time I see niggas balling without a jersey

At apartments we used to loot, them poppy niggas'll shoot

Homies taught me 2N's ain't need no friends

I need a black panamera with the black 2-10's

Told my momma I would make it so the story begins

Begins

Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch

Catch a body in this bitch, check the body on my bitch

Mafuckas talkin' shit til' you show up where they live

Mafuckas talkin' shit til' you show up where they live, nigga

Got a whole lot of problems at the crib

Got a chopper at the crib since I hopped up out the crib, nigga

Tell me what's the deal, I'm trying to make a mil or somethin'

Tell me how you feel, these haters want a hundred

So it's cameras in the crib, cock hammers in the whip

Champagne for the pain, gram stacked up in the spliff

Blow the back out on the bitch who only want you for the dough you got

We know they know you know, but still we got them hoes up in the spot

Getting hot and bothered sinning in this sign of smoke

I put that on my momma, not a nigga living that stop the show

Promise that we did it way before we ever heard of rap

Niggas say they shooters, where your jersey at?

We catch you where you lurking at

Been to hell and church and back, all in granny Cadillac

Matter fact she had that Eldorado parked on Colorado

Called us if she had a problem, cousin Jerry had a rocket

Back when Common had you tryna to read Qu'rans and go to college

But forget about it