[Chorus]
I'm back up on my shit
This is 'bout to hit
We're quaking in this bitch
Trunk Muzik don't quit
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Trunk Muzik don't quit
I don't care what they talkin' 'bout
[Verse 1]
Yeah, high school dropouts
Work 'til you clock out, then go mob out
With them AKs in a trap house, the steaks at the chophouse
They know I come from those slums, ride around with dumb guns
Shawty Fatt told me to go stupid, I'm going dum-dum
This is the legion, Slumerican steel breeding
Mountain Dew in a bottle, baby is barely teething
Heathens becoming professionals in the off-season
That dope under the tarp season, yeah
[Chorus]
And I'm back up on my shit
This is 'bout to hit
We're quaking in this bitch
Trunk Muzik don't quit
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Trunk Muzik don't quit
I don't care what they talkin' 'bout
I'm back up on my shit
This is 'bout to hit
We're quaking in this bitch
Trunk Muzik don't quit
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Trunk Muzik don't quit
I don't care what they talkin' 'bout
[Verse 1]
Yeah, high school dropouts
Work 'til you clock out, then go mob out
With them AKs in a trap house, the steaks at the chophouse
They know I come from those slums, ride around with dumb guns
Shawty Fatt told me to go stupid, I'm going dum-dum
This is the legion, Slumerican steel breeding
Mountain Dew in a bottle, baby is barely teething
Heathens becoming professionals in the off-season
That dope under the tarp season, yeah
[Chorus]
And I'm back up on my shit
This is 'bout to hit
We're quaking in this bitch
Trunk Muzik don't quit
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Trunk Muzik don't quit
I don't care what they talkin' 'bout
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