Yaseen Rosay - Pop That Trunk lyrics

[Intro] Money on my head now (money, money) Many drop top livin' all that I'm a f**in' top top Yaseen [Verse 1: Yaseen Rosay] If they ever put the money on my head Then tell em put the price up, and whatever is coming for me Be ready to give your life up [?] Going down like no b**h, how you think I got my stripes up And you goin' down with me even if its suicidal Doin [?] how we riding, 15 I had it hidden [?] Right, about where my dicers, best believe I exorcise it Realist How my life is, these pussies stay your liers Even though they move like snakes, still I keep it like a lion Yeah, a lion in this jungle, and b**h I had to hustle b**h I did some sh** that I regret that's why I'm trouble (trouble) b**h come out of my house cause you never understand me I don't need a sket, I need a wife with a family All these sins, all these sins and they eating up my conscience Now I'm back by this judge and he's waitin' up my prospect I'll stand up in your court but I will never call you honor And I'm in god's hands so b**h do you what you wanna I don't wanna puff this marijuana but I think I have to [?] be dramas that I'm always back to [?] the mac and ride out b**h call you soft f** That give me six squirts I'm make this b**h bucks now [Chorus: Yaseen Rosay] Yeah (yeah) pop that trunk (trunk) f**in' being sanic Two for you, p**y sing free your b**hes I made a look for the snakes and lookin' out for snitches Put the money on my head and best be 6 digits (6 digits) 6 digits (6 digits) 6 digits Put the money on my head and best be 6 digits (6 digits) 6 digits (6 digits) 6 digits I dare you hide the price f**in' g ho [Verse 2: L Jinny] Puttin' money on my hand don't put that under your bed Tell em I'm comin' instead gratata drumin' and ted I ain't lookin' back wallahi they should get jacked Akhi come down with the ting gratata [?] No word of lie in order to burden in the sky I ain't ga**ed from nothin', Wallahi they try to murder me twice Soon I'll be back to revenge akis are packin' a sken No one will be in humble family this won't happen again, this won't happen again Expect no love in these streets, so what I'll handle the pain Just in [?] slugs that he's needs raaa Come next month caught up I'll be duckin' police I kept it humble and peace for these f**ers under my feet I did it when he show me and they love now But they don't wanna know me bring the rap round I did it when phone me when my funds down But the rappers trappin' lonely do their sounds loud Its fake love (fake) Fake love (fake) Fake love I'm sick of this fake love [Verse 3: ESA] Ayo I'm tired up [?] about my enemies The way I'm livin' I ain't meant [?] Seen alot of sh** I ain't meant to see on the street Getting ain't no peace Who's real who's fake like let me see Put money on my head and I won't let you breathe In a soul and my head don't let it sleep Wanna roll late night till the sun I see All the sure I see, but your truancy These fake motherf**ers and the true as me Don't move like check you when its cost to beef More like flask and silk the heat Don't come around me with Bad energy, I know bad fights And these mad times, I see mad signs Mad nights you better act right Or at least that will happen is mad fight [Chorus: Yaseen Rosay] Yeah (yeah) pop that trunk (trunk) f**in' being sanic Two for you, p**y sing free your b**hes I made a look for the snakes and lookin' out for snitches Put the money on my head and best be 6 digits (6 digits) 6 digits (6 digits) 6 digits Put the money on my head and best be 6 digits (6 digits) 6 digits (6 digits) 6 digits I dare you hide the price f**in' g ho