[HOOK]
I let my shit bang out the trunk
Bang, bang out the trunk
I let my shit bang out the trunk
Bang, bang out the trunk (ah)
I let my shit bang out the trunk
Bang, bang out the trunk
I let (ayo) my shit bang out the trunk
Bang, bang out the, bang out the

[VERSE 1]
In California, we scrape
With the doors open at the stoplight
Push down on the gas, then break
That’s how you skirt out on the block right
Smoke everything in your wake
Better hope it ain’t a cop night
Freeway, that’s my escape
When I bake them grapes, grapes
I sling my shit straight out the trunk
Bootlegs, CDs, pills, and skunk
Rockstar of the parking lot
I am this fly, don’t need to stunt
Don’t even call me no punk
And there won’t be no funk
Won’t have a need to bring no punk
Shake you awake with my CD bunk