[Intro]
Throw the .40 in the trunk (Trunk)
Xotic stunk (Stunk)
Product stunk (Stunk, stunk, yeah)
Keep that Grabba (Oh, yeah) in my blunt (Yeah-yeah)
Light it, puff (BROKIE, your music fucking sucks)
Light it, puff
I'ma stunt until I die, y'all rappers stay behind
Thick pockets, thicker thighs
ISSBROKIE blow they mind, I do it all the time
It ain't no surprise, wallet got a different size
These rapper cats just fantasi—

[Verse 1]
I get the motherfuckin' pack, then I flip it, ho
I been in a different mode, that mask on me like Ipkiss, ho
I don't know what time it is, that doesn't make a difference, though
If you disrespect my pimpin', drop a song and fix ya, ho
I was bumpin' Tommy Wright, Andre Nickatina, too
Mac Dre bumpin' in the whip, Krеayshawn up on the speakers, foo'
I ain't nеver bump E-40
Homies thought I wasn't cool 'til I went and got that .40
They still talk 'bout me in schools, yeah

[Chorus]
Throw the .40 in the trunk (Trunk)
Xotic stunk (Stunk)
Product stunk (Stunk, yeah)
Keep that Grabba in my blunt (Blunt, yeah)
Light it, puff (Puff)
Light it, puff
[Verse 2]
Get that check from music every month
They like, "BROKIE, what's yo' cut?"
I tell 'em I might buy a bus
They don't believe me, but I don't got shit to prove
Shouldn't care if that shit true 'cause I ain't sharin' shit wit' you
On the set, that's on KARMAMØB, lil' bitch, we never lose
So much smoke inside the booth, lil' bitch, it look like World War II, ayy, yeah
I don't give a fuck who you, come step to me and lose
Scratch the numbers off the tool, and now I'm 'boutta act a fool (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah), yeah

[Chorus]
Throw the .40 in the trunk (Trunk)
Xotic stunk (Stunk)
Product stunk (Stunk, yeah)
Keep that Grabba in my blunt (Blunt, yeah)
Light it, puff (Puff)
Light it, puff (ISSBROKIE)

[Outro]
Funk into the trunk
Throw a funk into the trunk
Throw a funk into the truck
Throw a funk into the truck