Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pop Trunk, artist - Ameer Vann. Album song EMMANUEL, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Winston Wolf
Song language: English
Pop Trunk |
| This my eulogy, dig into the roots of me |
| Look into a serpent’s eyes, I can spot my enemies |
| I can hear a butterfly’s wings, you niggas centipedes |
| A den of vipers and thieves, you ain’t no friend of me |
| I think I finally rest, when I rest in peace |
| And made my soul see the gates, lay me down to sleep |
| I’m feelin' different, profitin' off my ignorance |
| But may my life be filled with other decadence |
| My mama and Grandmama, that’s black excellence |
| My girl in Air Force One like she the president |
| I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence |
| I ain’t no boy in a band, I am more than a man |
| I got the world in my palm, sittin' right in my hand |
| You know my fist stay clenched, you know my mind been gone |
| I think I lost that shit in all that Backwood smoke |
| And all that Gucci shit |
| I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence |
| I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence |
| Havin' thoughts of suicide, but I just be concealin' them |
| I been callin' out to God but I just don’t be hearin' him |
| I just try to stay alive and navigate my business |
| It’s gotta' be like somethin' more than all this we experience |
| Delusions and delirium |
| I’m fuckin' serious, niggas is in my ear again |
| I’m turnin' serial, really I’m 'bout to kill again |
| I’m at the Frenchy’s on Scott, I’m like a kid again |
| 3-piece and some fries, that’s what my dinner is |
| Around the pistols and rocks, I learned from many men |
| Car wash from a fiend |
| You see the blaze and that gleam |
| You see the things that I seen |
| You wouldn’t talk so much |
| You wouldn’t be worried 'bout me |
| About the friends that I keep |
| About that gold that I lost |
| About that drank on my teeth |
| I rather die on my feet than to live on my knees |
| That’s why I don’t sleep |
| Keep a gun, keep the peace |
| I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence |
| I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence |
| I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence |
| Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads |
| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads |
| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised |
| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads |
| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised |
| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads |
| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised |
| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads |
| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised |
| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads |
| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised |
| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads |
| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised |
| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads |
| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised |
| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads |
| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised |