Trunk Ina Front Video (MV)

Kick that bitch out like a punt
Tryna hop out a foreign don't walk to the back of the car cause my trunk Ina front
I'm with drew brees rocking new saint laurent
And I smoke the finest of runtz
I let the whole Choppa ring out like a sponge
Water my neck like a pond
Nigga reach for a chain swear to god then he done
We got big 223's like Lebron
AR make em a track star watch how he run
Keep getting a tan cause these niggas my sons
Tryna come get a feature then come with the funds
Like Barry my niggas they ain got no bond
Say he want smoke better get a new lung
He broke with no money some like a bum
And I'm with some niggas all they know is red rum
Kick that bitch out like a punt
Tryna hop out a foreign don't walk to the back of the car cause my trunk Ina front
I'm with drew brees rocking new saint laurent
And I smoke the finest of runtz
I let the whole Choppa ring out like a sponge
Water my neck like a pond
Nigga reach for a chain swear to god then he done
Can't wait to say momma we made it
We had shot to the top and said f*ck all the haters
Give me some time and I'm copping us acres
Rocking purple gold diamonds like I'm with the lakers
I run up like a fitness gram pacer
We walk em down then we shoot like the pacers
I make it blizzard cause Juice cause be the glacier
Can't f*ck these hoes cause most of em basic
If leave that bitch it's a problem replacing
If that hoe leave me ain't no problem replacing
Put a beam on his eye like a surgery lasik
Give a f*ck if she taken your bitch can get taken
Cam Newton they know I'm the one
If juice ina game we already won
Say I'm having bread like buns
Say I'm having bread like buns
All these hoes gone watch me like Blu-ray
And they know I got next like the blue dots on 2k
Like Batman most of these niggas out here they really be two face
I done bust down every single thothiana I'm feeling like blueface
Catch Ju rocking off white with the shoes his shoelace say shoelace
Still f*ck with the same old niggas can't f*ck with a new face
And I got my foot in they mouth ask them how my shoe taste
And I got my foot in they mouth ask them how my shoe taste
But I get that shit gone like magic
Down bad that shit use to be tragic
Now I'm flexing on em for times I ain't have it
Hit the store and I tell the clerk bag it
Say he want smoke better match it
Put juice ona beat it's a classic
We whip a bow then we wrap it
If you need a zip hit me up make it happen
Kick that bitch out like a punt
Tryna hop out a foreign don't walk to the back of the car cause my trunk Ina front
I'm with drew brees rocking new saint laurent
And I smoke the finest of runtz
I let the whole Choppa ring out like a sponge
Water my neck like a pond
Nigga reach for a chain swear to god then he done