Trunk Freestyle by KayR Lyrics
[Chorus]
Might ride around in the trunk, just so I hear it bump
I hit a powerful blunt. Has it been an hour or month?
I might devour those chumps who want a place at the table
You might be close with Cain but I don’t think that you’re able
Been tryna find a new beat, been tryna write a new song
And then I found this new heat, and turned that microphone on
Then I rolled up my weed, I let that lighter just spark
Might ride around in the back, no disrespect Rosa Parks
[Verse]
Kay in the building again, did he hang from the ceiling again? (Yes!)
Did he play with your feelings again? Does his room need a cleaning again? (Yes!)
Did he hang with a million friends? And fit all of them in the pent? (Yes!)
Did you hear all the women have said that they like how his penis is bent? (Wait…)
Malicious intent. That is the shit in my verses. Put ‘em in hearses
Curses, they be so nervous. They don’t believe they deserve this
This is what work is, I put the hurting on motherfuckers who don’t put the work in
Off of the top, I be rapping for certain. Add that I’m brown and you’d call it a turban, woah
*smoking*
[Chorus]
Might ride around in the trunk, just so I hear it bump
I hit a powerful blunt. Has it been an hour or a month?
I might devour those chumps who want a place at the table
You might be close with Cain but I don’t think that you’re able
Been tryna find a new beat, been tryna write a new song
And then I found this new heat, and turned that microphone on
And then I rolled up my weed, I let that lighter just spark
Might ride around in the back, no disrespect Rosa Parks
[Outro: Man]
Even small amounts of alcohol may provide an illusion of relaxation
Might ride around in the trunk, just so I hear it bump
I hit a powerful blunt. Has it been an hour or month?
I might devour those chumps who want a place at the table
You might be close with Cain but I don’t think that you’re able
Been tryna find a new beat, been tryna write a new song
And then I found this new heat, and turned that microphone on
Then I rolled up my weed, I let that lighter just spark
Might ride around in the back, no disrespect Rosa Parks
[Verse]
Kay in the building again, did he hang from the ceiling again? (Yes!)
Did he play with your feelings again? Does his room need a cleaning again? (Yes!)
Did he hang with a million friends? And fit all of them in the pent? (Yes!)
Did you hear all the women have said that they like how his penis is bent? (Wait…)
Malicious intent. That is the shit in my verses. Put ‘em in hearses
Curses, they be so nervous. They don’t believe they deserve this
This is what work is, I put the hurting on motherfuckers who don’t put the work in
Off of the top, I be rapping for certain. Add that I’m brown and you’d call it a turban, woah
*smoking*
[Chorus]
Might ride around in the trunk, just so I hear it bump
I hit a powerful blunt. Has it been an hour or a month?
I might devour those chumps who want a place at the table
You might be close with Cain but I don’t think that you’re able
Been tryna find a new beat, been tryna write a new song
And then I found this new heat, and turned that microphone on
And then I rolled up my weed, I let that lighter just spark
Might ride around in the back, no disrespect Rosa Parks
[Outro: Man]
Even small amounts of alcohol may provide an illusion of relaxation