Pop The Trunk Remix Lyrics - Lil Cory

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog 

Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog 

I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause 

What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with y'all? 

Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow 

Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows 

They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough like a brilo 

Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow 

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk 

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you 

He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy 

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you 

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk 

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you 

He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy 

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you 

11:30 and I'm pullin' up dirty smoking babbage out the back of my buddies Monty Carlo 

Spittin' over some super hot beats with a super hot freak we call the parking lot hoe 

You know we sippin on that old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble 

So when we ride around bitches follow, but tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems 

Well one of them bitches be fuckin' one of my homeboys favorite bitches 

And has been on his hit list for a minute and I think he's ready to handle his business 

He told me Yelawolf get this and he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist 

He said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit! 

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk 

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you 

He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy 

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you 

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk 

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you 

He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk 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 road 

Momma better call the police 

Now he's screaming no 

Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's moving slow 

All this blood has spilled, enough to give a penguin chills 

Hot enough to make a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel 

In the valley of the hollowed field 

In the valley of the hollowed 'til 

This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama! 

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk 

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you 

He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy 

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you 

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk 

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you 

He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy 

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you