Big K.R.I.T. - My Sub (Pt. 2: The Jackin') - Album Version (Edited) lyrics

Chorus: My sub, my sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop chop, while the ba** drop Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop chop, while the ba** drop OK I pull up and my partners ask me krizzle where you sub at.. Hey f** them tweeters they ain't beaten, get yo sub back So I push my pedal to the metal to my cuz house He owed me money, f**ed that bread just set your sub out I fly like jets, that candy wet, im feeling f** wit hoes E.q. these setting's in my Chevy 'till my trunk explode Maybe I'm bumping, maybe I'm tripping, Maybe I'm feeling good! Either way I'm quaking, shaking wakin up the folk in my neighborhood Still hit the scene and whip, pour it up in my cup and sip Never be where them white folk at cuz the laws over there they bound to trip, lift it up in my thump and bump, saw a lame and I hit the trunk Pop that sh** like twice for real, n***as gon feel my wisdom still Chopping these vows too, congrats when I roll through Back to the backwood where I ride clean like im supposed to Forever whipping on, leather guts with plenty chrome Knocking pictures down till I get home I put that on my sub Chorus: My sub, my sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop chop, while the ba** drop Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop chop, while the ba** drop Now usually, I dont disturb the peace But I'mma wake you if you sleep With that quake that ba** that beat Two miles per hour on creep Smoke make it hard to see When im swanging down, I mean banging down I ain't playing around wit no freaks I gotta shake junt in my trunk Tell my DJ bring it back Turn it up all the way to the max Till that old school chevy frame crack My partner hit me up like he need a ride But i can't hear him either! Said he got some bags and thats kinda sad Cause theres only room in here for my speakers But im riding out,like I dont know what he talking bout Besides he always hating when im ba**ing telling me to turn it down Hell i just wanna hit a load, i just wanna shake the ground! Lay it down in the parking lot, turn it up outside the club Can't tell if shawty really digging me, she can shake but she love to s** Might be the best but i can dig it though She vibrate, gyrate, and swear that's the reason i did it for, I put that on my sub Chorus: My sub, my sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop chop, while the ba** drop Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop chop, while the ba** drop