[Intro: Jay NiCE]
You n***as is in trouble now (Bah)
I just copped a grown panther, cash, n***a (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
N***as lookin' light in the ass (Grr)
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Jay NiCE]
A hundred n***as with me and we on the hunt (We on the hunt)
Runnin' through your city with a ton of funk (Yeah-yeah)
Attitude is shitty and we come to dump (Yeah-yeah)
We heavy in the trunk, heavy in the trunk

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
It's nothin' personal, it's strictly 'bout the revenue, uh-huh
Got deals comin' in by the several, uh-huh
No chill, me and microphones is marital
I hit the rap game with the Walls of Jericho (Woo)
Started as a small fish, evolved into a Gyarados
Fah got game like Doc J with thе aerials
Uh, I'm aimin' for the max contract
Need NBA salary, had to get thе contact

[Verse 2: Jay NiCE]
Uh (Yeah-yeah)
This ain't what you want, strictly for my dumps
760 on the Dunks, I ain't give a fuck (Naw)
It's High Fashion FLAiR, cop my bitch a pump (Right)
Catch a hater with a punch, have 'em missin' fronts (Ha)
My Spanish bitch makin' me birria tacos (Thank you)
Extra sauce, please, you can keep the nachos
Keep it calm, bro - you don't want no beef, and I know (Uh-uh)
Them shots'll make you go on 'n raise up like Petey Pablo (Fafafa)
Sleep'll follow, then a RIP'll follow (Right)
Freaky side hoes, always sayin', "He's so macho" (Right)
M-O-N-E-Y over hoes and that be the motto
Duke fly, in his prime, I could beat Camacho (Uh-huh)
Then sweep Apollo, hollow heads inside the nozzle
Cock the lead, no need for squabbles when they witness these debacles (Yeah-yeah)
You puttin' reggie in the blunt, I'm every bit of Runts
These n***as never want no smoke, we heavy in the trunk
[Chorus: Jay NiCE & Tha God Fahim]
Heavy in the trunk, heavy in the trunk (Yeah-yeah, uh)
Heavy in the trunk, heavy in the trunk (Yeah-yeah, uh )
Heavy in the trunk, heavy in the trunk (Yeah-yeah)
Attitude be shitty and I'm finna dump

[Verse 3: Tha God Fahim]
Just caught a back-end bag, call it cleanin' up
And now we up, with more things leadin' up
Rolls truck, heaters tucked, feet is up
We blowin' up; I get the beat and beat it up
I'ma capitalize on all capital, uh
Money make the world go 'round, that's really factual
I bust mics down, turn emcees to fractionals
Rhymes hit like a linebacker tackled you
The streets be real, so I gotta move tactical
I keep the hammer, be a nail, and I'm tappin' you
I'm like a architect, constantly tryna build shit
Young rich n***a, so I'm hard to deal with

[Chorus: Jay NiCE]
Uh
Heavy in the trunk, heavy in the trunk
Heavy in the trunk, heavy in the trunk
Heavy in the trunk, heavy in the trunk
Heavy in the trunk, heavy in the trunk, n***a