Big K.R.I.T. - My Sub lyrics

[Hook:] 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 base drop I let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop-chop while the base drop [Verse 1:] Okay I pull up and my partnas ask me Krizzle where yo sub at? Aye f** them tweeters, they ain't beating, get yo sub back So I push my petal to the metal to my cus hise He owe me money f** that bread just sit your sub out I fly like chess that candy wet I'm finna f** with hoes EQB settings in my Chevy's till my trunk explode Maybe I'm bumpin' maybe I'm trippin' maybe I'm feeling good Either way I'm quaking shaking waking up the folk in my neighborhood Still hit the seen and whip, throw it up in my cup and sip Ever be where them white folk at cause the laws over there they bound to trip Lift it up in my dunk and bunk, saw a lame and I hear the trunk Pop that sh** like twice foreal, fans goin feel my wheels of steel Chopping E4 too, congrat when I role through Back to the backwood where I ride clean like I'm suppose to Forever pimpin on leather guts with plenty chrome Knockin pictures down till I get home I put that on my sub [Hook:] 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 base drop I let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop-chop while the base drop [Verse 2:] Yo, now usually I don't disturb the peace But I'm a wake you if you sleep, when that quake that ba** that beat Two mile per hour and creep, smoke make it hard to see When I was swangin' down I mean bangin' down I don't be playin' around with these freaks I got a snake junk in my trunk, tell my DJ brang it back Turn it up all the way to the max till that old school Chevy frame crack My partna hit me up like he need a ride, but I can't hear him either Say he got some bags and that's kinda sad cause there ain't no room in here for my speakers You my people, but I'm ridin' out, damn I don't know what he talkin' bout Besides he always hatin' when I'm ba**in telling me to turn it down Out of line and that's outta bounds, don't bother when I'm ridin round So hell I just wanna hit a low, sh** I just wanna shake the ground Lay it down in the parking lot, turn it up outside the club I see that shawty really diggin me, girl's a shape but she love the sub Even says that get her wet and that be the best and I can dig it doe She vibrating, gyrating... I swear that's the reason I did it foe When I put that on my sub [Song changes to Regina Belle - Baby Come To Me] [Hook:] 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 base drop I let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop-chop while the base drop Put that on my sub