Trunk Muzik, trunk Muzik Straight from the back of the game I rock it

Yelawolf's got that crack boy

In the woods with the S-K I'm cockin'

You don't want to play with that toy

Droppin' this heat like an asteroid

Good in the south like Pastor Troy

Pull up aside of a 1977

Sittin' back and sippin' my Crown and seven

Pimpin' I'm about to get down,

Look at me changin' lanes

Twin pipes lookin' like dragon's breath

(Rooo) Chevrolet's blowin' flames

Yes I, know it's strange

Hit you in the left eye

Hold the change

Bitch you too heavy to carry

You don't wanna bury yourself

Underneath that eight O eight I'm droppin' in your face like To the DJ's

Out cruisin'

I got that Trunk Muzik

Everybody hop in the Cadillac

And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's

With the bottom won't you roll the window down

If ya cruisin'

I got that Trunk Muzik

Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf

On the eight O eight come and fade away

Ain't no better way to get down I told you I was coming

Said I'd be here in five

And even though I brought you glasses

You still cant believe your eyes

But if you don't believe it by now

*** it just lean to the side

Hold up wait a minute I don't really

Wanna leave without a single solitary soul

need em' for what I'll bring it to 'em

If your sailin' catch my drift

Lead me to the door check my list

Meet me at the floor catch this fist

Or meet me at the store catch this lick

Build this house flip this brick

Real skate borders feel this grip

Moving through the alleyway

Look at the people tripping

Cause I'm on a chopper like To the DJ's

Out cruisin'

I got that Trunk Muzik

Everybody hop in the Cadillac

And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's

With the bottom won't you roll the window down

If ya cruisin'

I got that Trunk Muzik

Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf

On the eight O eight come and fade away

Ain't no better way to get down I have to be the hardest I got diamond nuts

I piss excellence Ricky Bobby lines em up

Catfish Billy half pints 'em up

Yelawolf country fries 'em up

Pull um in duffle bag then I roll 'em in a river then I hold up

Watch what the *** you hold up

Dynamite sticks will blow up

Ghet-O-Vision got this sewed up

Roll up smoke up, everybody wishin' they choose us

But we don't give a *** you know what

I know you didn't see me coming but I'm coming anyway

Bitch Yelawolf is stylin' on 'em To the DJ's

Out cruisin'

I got that Trunk Muzik

Everybody hop in the Cadillac

And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's

With the bottom won't you roll the window down

If ya cruisin'

I got that Trunk Muzik

Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf

On the eight O eight come and fade away

Ain't no better way to get down