Body In The Trunk

Got out the mall, yo
This weeded cat rockin' a fade
In my face askin' can he see the grenade
I woulda let him see it

The way he came across I said nah beat it
Steph told me buck him
When I reacted will said chill fuck him
Yo its a small world ya know that well see him again

He said fuck you
I said what repeat it again
Chill son youre weeded again
Slow down god youre speedin' again

Face lookin' like youre fiendin' for hen
Who that wit you, hide the gat yo nigga come here
You got a pistol that must mean you slingin' again

Hey yo fuck it yo, I bucked him son
'Cause he was on some stupid shit
Thinking he the real thing
When he was just a duplicate

Saying that he hate our clique hate our shit
Hate the firm album and the C N N clique
He said he hate you and wish you aint have a six
He had coliseum jewelry no tito tricks

Thats what he supposed to get nigga play you close he gets hit
Laying in dirt for something you say you get hurt
Fuck around though, probably with some old school shit
How bad you hit him up god? You, hes ghost and shit?

Yo its a body in the trunk son
So whats it gonna be?
A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me
Yo its a body in the trunk son
So whats it gonna be
A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me

I had the Queens hoodie on wit the blood on my sleeve
Gave that nigga one offer he could take or he leave
But its a body in the trunk son its getting scary
What if police pull us over and smell that corpse?

Yo send it, go in the trunk light an incense
Spray the lysol all over the car
I know you wasnt dead then but youre hear now paul
Yo it happened like an hour or two

I showered wit boo
Wasted a little time
Didnt want to disturb you

For some reason yo, I couldnt sleep
Yo slept with my heat
Yo you think you in some movie shit son?
I think youre losing it

Pop the trunk whos the kid?
You really had to buck him?
You couldnt just snuff him?
Yo he had to lose his wig?

Fuck you bring him here for?
What you think I could do?
Somebody couldve followed you
Fuck it nigga Ill ride wit you

Some real niggas gonna do what we gotta do
Slide in this wip and we out
Empty the clip in his mouth fuck it
Thats how we move in this game
Rulin' this game niggas stayin' true to this game

Yo its a body in the trunk son
So whats it gonna be
A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me
Yo its a body in the trunk son
So whats it gonna be
A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me

Yo son I shot him in the parking lot
Right in the mall
If I would have left the body
The police would have crawled

Yo, I did that chopped the body up
Fuck the chit chat kick back
I just lit up so here hit that
Pull over somewhere god

Where I could piss at
Pop the trunk let a nigga see who it is
Not now son maintain and stick to the biz
Yo you hidin' it, let a nigga know what he ridin' wit

Aight son, calm down calm down chill
(Let me see the nigga)
Im a let you see the nigga man
(Turn him around)

Turn him over ya know what Im sayin'
(Oh yeah, oh yeah I know that man)
Word?
Nigga name known
Just came home

Thought he cut his shit
Stiarwaves on nigga kept it on some rugged shit
Yo son the way youre talking make it sound like yall cool
Like you and this nigga used to go to school

Back in 204 son tell me it's not
Yo pop chill the way he had his soul on the rock
He was on top
Locked from the bottom to top

Now this nigga just layin' our trunk straight popped
We need a spot where we can dump him
Without no noise
My niggas aint tryin' to alert no boys

This aint no game god
Dump his body in the train yard
Under the seven line
We couldnt have picked a better time
The way he actin' he acting like he dead

Yo its a body in the trunk son
So whats it gonna be
A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me
Yo its a body in the trunk son
So whats it gonna be
A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me