Slappin' In The Trunk (Feat. Uno, Heon Cah & Backdraft) - Mistah F.A.B., Uno, Heon Cah

Mistah F.A.B live lav and I’m gettin bread

Plus I run in the bay like I’m Roger Craig

I be all in the city eatin lots of cheese

With my young hyenas that be poppin E’s

Throwin up my tee’s

Puttin on my face

Shake it like I’m shootin dice in every place

When I hit telegraph, I roll through the hat store

Buy 6 A’s caps man then I’m good to go

Tell AC I’ll holla walk out the door

Hop in my scraper, but I dont close the door

Leave 'em wide open all the way back to Oakland

My game behind the wheel is one of the dopest

My tranny is slippin, but I’m still dippin'

Police right behind me, & I ain’t even trippin'

A ticket ain’t nothin' I get em all the time

Police wanna hate but they can’t stop my shine

Slappin' in the trunk

Knockin' in the trunk

Sounds like it must be a body in the trunk

Cuz there’z Slappin' in the trunk

Knockin' in the trunk

Sounds like it must be a body in the trunk

Shhh Dont tell nobody, Dont tell nobody

Shhh Dont tell nobody… It’s a body in the trunk

Rappin on the track wit Mistah F.A.B

It’s Wolf Pack in the field with Thizz E.N.T

15 slappin' in the trunk Thump, Thump

Niggas hangin' out the scrapers goin' dumb, dumb

It got more bass then the shit on the streets

I’m like Shaq in Miami cuz I still bring the heat

When the middle touch the pinky and that thumb go up

It must be that lil nigga comin' fuckin' shit up

From the city of the hyphy and the sideshow biz

Doors open, trunk stumpin' nigga’s scrapin' they shit

Its that thumpin' in the trunk

That knockin' in the trunk

It must be them kickers that’s fuckin up ya trunk

Im still Lil Uno Young hyphy of the click

And I go dumber then ya average special Ed kid

You can call me crazy but I’m just a lil twisted

Cuz I drop more bars then a candy called Twix

There’s a heavy in the Chevy and I’m slappin' in the trunk

Puffin on that purple man I’m stankin' like a skunk

High ball on the on the scene gettin' stupid doo doo nuts

On the flow hands high and I’m screamin' like what

With my boy Across and I’m tryina floss

Fitted caps white Tee and now feelin' like a boss

Now I’m yokin' poppin' pease lookin' fresh in my white tee

Baby get an eye, Im like oo I think she like me

Boojie’s poppin' nikes oo I’m hella hyphy

Draft up in rhymes and in yo system like an IV

Got no time for hood shit

Trigga gettin' pulled shit

But I scrape a nigga if he come here with that bull shit

Fire on the track plus the beat gon slap

Droppin' like a body like a bitch on the track

So when you here me comin I be knockin' in the trunk

But I probably gotta body up in my trunk