Poppin' My Trunk (feat. ESG) - Folk Hero

I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

Hey ho, let's go (Go go go!) turn up the beat, yeah (Oh oh oh!) i wanna feel it (California) don't you wish that you could come Cause we're never going home till the summer's all gone Summer time, living's easy Cruising, bumping, my huntington beach Cause the sun will shine We have a good time They all line up for a bump and grind And the girl that you want is directly out in front And she's waving her caboose at you You sneeze achoo She calls you out and boom! I know you heard that bass bumpin' in my trunk Bum-bumpin' in my trunk, bum-bumpin' in my trunk (oh yeah) I know you heard that bass bumpin' in my trunk (uh huh) Bum-bumpin' in my trunk (uh huh), bum-bumpin' in my trunk (let's go) (Go go go!) turn up the beat, yeah (Oh oh oh!) i wanna feel it (California) don't you wish that you could come Cause we're never going home till the summer's all gone The sun goes down, the friepit's leep It's another summer night here in the oc Well i know a baller but i do have an impala And i might say 'hey' but i'll never say 'holla' The girl with the glass and a g-string just like a floss Well she's waving her caboose at you I bet you do She calls you out (uh huh) I know you heard that bass bumpin' in my trunk (uh huh) Bum-bumpin' in my trunk (uh huh), bum-bumpin' in my trunk (bump that truck) I know you heard that bass bumpin' in my trunk (uh huh) Bum-bumpin' in my trunk (uh huh) bum-bumpin' in my trunk (let's go) (Go go go!) turn up the beat, yeah (Oh oh oh!) i wanna feel it (California) don't you wish that you could come With the radio on, plays it all summer long (Go go go!) you're all i'm breakin' (Oh oh oh!) my friends are drinkin' (California) don't you wish that you could come Cause we're never going home till the summer's all gone (California) (California) I know you heard that bass bumpin' in my trunk (uh huh) Bum-bumpin' in my trunk (uh huh), bum-bumpin' in my trunk (hey ho, let's go) (Go go go!) turn up the beat, yeah (Oh oh oh!) i wanna feel it (California) don't you wish that you could come With the radio on, plays it all summer long (Go go go!) you're all i'm breakin' (Oh oh oh!) my friends are drinkin' (California) don't you wish that you could come Cause we're never going home till the summer's all gone (California) don't you wish that you could come Cause we're never going home till the summer's all gone