Lyrics My Sub - Big K.R.I.T.

My Sub

My sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
I let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
Okay I pull up and my partnas ask me Krizzle where yo sub at?
Aye fuck them tweeters, they ain’t beating, get yo sub back
So I push my petal to the metal to my cus hise
He owe me money fuck that bread just sit your sub out
I fly like chess that candy wet I’m finna fuck with hoes
EQB settings in my Chevy’s till my trunk explode
Maybe I’m bumpin' maybe I’m trippin' maybe I’m feeling good
Either way I’m quaking shaking waking up the folk in my neighborhood
Still hit the seen and whip, throw it up in my cup and sip
Ever be where them white folk at cause the laws over there they bound to trip
Lift it up in my dunk and bunk, saw a lame and I hear the trunk
Pop that shit like twice foreal, fans goin feel my wheels of steel
Chopping E4 too, congrat when I role through
Back to the backwood where I ride clean like I’m suppose to
Forever pimpin on leather guts with plenty chrome
Knockin pictures down till I get home
I put that on my sub
My sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
I let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
Yo, now usually I don’t disturb the peace
But I’m a wake you if you sleep, when that quake that bass that beat
Two mile per hour and creep, smoke make it hard to see
When I was swangin' down I mean bangin' down I don’t be playin' around with
these freaks
I got a snake junk in my trunk, tell my DJ brang it back
Turn it up all the way to the max till that old school Chevy frame crack
My partna hit me up like he need a ride, but I can’t hear him either
Say he got some bags and that’s kinda sad cause there ain’t no room in here for
my speakers
You my people, but I’m ridin' out, damn I don’t know what he talkin' bout
Besides he always hatin' when I’m bassin telling me to turn it down
Out of line and that’s outta bounds, don’t bother when I’m ridin round
So hell I just wanna hit a low, shit I just wanna shake the ground
Lay it down in the parking lot, turn it up outside the club
I see that shawty really diggin me, girl’s a shape but she love the sub
Even says that get her wet and that be the best and I can dig it doe
She vibrating, gyrating… I swear that’s the reason I did it foe
When I put that on my sub
My sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
I let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
Put that on my sub