My Sub (Pt. 2: The Jackin’) Big K.R.I.T.

[Hook]
I still got my sub ho (ho)
I still got my sub ho (ho)
I still got my sub ho (ho)
I still got my sub ho (ho)
I still got my sub ho (ho)
I still got my sub ho (ho)
I still let my trunk knock til the tape pop
My rims chop chop while my bass knock
(Nigga wut?)
I done cut up my bang and shook up the stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
I done cut up my bang and shook up the stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
I done cut up my bang and shook up the stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
I done cut up my bang and shook up the stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

[Verse 1]
Young Krizzle I'm back again
Old school and I'm backin' out
Country boy still rep that rep that
Hit the bass and I'm actin' out
On the ave with a bad bitch stackin' clouds
Show a pimp what that ass about
In the parkin' lot deep while the whole world sleep
Pourin out hennessy 'til I'm passin' out
Gotta keep my eyes open cause I heard that five scopin'
For the car with the big ass sub and the top chopped off, so I drive slowly
Fuckin' bangin' in the back wood like a lac' should with the lights bright, windows tinted
Stopped at the gas station for a bag of chips
A fountain drink and some peppermints just to freshen up
Shawty say she down to fuck
But we gotta make a move cause it's after 2
And her man is the type to bust, she frightened of em' but I ain't though
Now she wonder what she came for
But I ain't trippin' no place, I ain't even gonna flip
Over another nigga bitch, move over to the next