Pop Trunk Wave Lyrics - Singles - Trae

(*talking*) 

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 

[Trae] 

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 

[Hook: Fat Pat - 4x] 

Just-just, got paid 

Pop-pop, trunk wave 

[Trae] 

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 A.B.N. 

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 

[Hook - 4x] 

[Trae] 

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 

[Hook - 16x]