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A$AP Rocky - Trunks (Lyrics) (From "Highest 2 Lowest") Subscribe here: http://bit.ly/rapcitysub Follow us on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2Oj93y1 Stream: https://asaprocky.lnk.to/trunks ➡️ Join Our Discord:   / discord   ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: https://spoti.fi/2Oj93y1   / rapcitysounds     / rapcitylife     / rapcity808     / rapcitylife   ➥ A$AP ROCKY: https://AsapRocky.lnk.to/followFI https://AsapRocky.lnk.to/followII https://AsapRocky.lnk.to/followTI https://AsapRocky.lnk.to/followWI Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ http://bit.ly/rapcitysub 📲 Connect with me: ✗ https://www.facebook.com/ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: [email protected] #A$APRocky #Trunks #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: Pack out the trunk from the front to the back, uh Pack out the trunk from the front to the back, uh [Chorus] Pack out the trunk from the front to the back, uh Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Back) Pack out the trunk from the front to the back, uh Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Back) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah, yeah, uh (What's up?) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get him), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Get him back) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh [Verse 1] At thirty-five and I'm still a purty guy Pussy never dry, you know shawty certified Pancake-ass n****s stay turnin' sides (Uh-huh) Cookie cutter n****s, soda pop, yeah, they Canada Dry, uh (Uh-huh) Fuck a fight, nighty-night if we shoot the five Who we bop, hit 'em low, n***a, shoot him high Suit and tie, they crossed the boy so many times, feel crucified (Yeah) Bumpin' Koopsta Knicca in my coupe, my doors still suicide [Refrain] Shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony (Uh) Shoutout-shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony (Ooh, ooh) Shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony (Ooh, uh) Young felon n***a uptown, fuck who tellin' me (Ooh, ooh) [Chorus] Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Ooh, ooh) All gold fronts from the front to the back (Ooh, ooh) Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Ooh, ooh) Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Ooh, uh-huh) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah, yeah, uh (What's up?) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get him), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Get him back) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh [Verse 2] BBL, think they built They strainin' when they trainin' in the gym They think they Wilt Chamberlain Can't name a bitch who pussy I ain't killed (For real) You lame as shit, we ain't forget The muscles, they ain't real, yeah, yeah, uh [Refrain] Shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony Shoutout-shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony Shoutout-shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony (Shoutout the felons, uh) Young felon n***a uptown, fuck who tellin' me (Ooh, ooh) [Verse 3] Of course, I ride around the bros Of course, I'm sellin' out my shows Of course, I slime and wipe my nose Of course, your honor, I can't go to court My baby mom want child support Fuck college, can't enroll no course She celebrate and pop the cork, of course [Bridge] Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Uh, uh) N***a got a grudge, motherfucker, where ya at? (Uh, uh, give it to 'em) Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Where they at? Put it up) N***a try to front, we gon' leave 'em where he at (Brrt, back) [Outro] Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (I got n****s in they cell, goin' crazy in the jail, well) Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Tell the judge, "Don't be holdin' grudge, suck-suck my nuts") (I'd rather be a thug) I'd rather be a thug (I'd rather be a thug) I'd rather be a thug (Send bullets than a hug) I don't give no fuck (Yeah, hate and no love) Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (N****s in they cell, goin' crazy in the jail, well) (Shoutouts to the real ones, the ones who never tellin') (Shoutouts to my fellas, shoutouts to my fellas) (Shoutouts to the real ones, the ones who never tellin') (Shoutouts to my fellas, shoutouts to my fellas) (Shoutouts to the real ones, the ones who never tellin') (Shoutouts to my fellas, shoutouts to my fellas) (Shoutouts to the fellas, the ones who never tellin')