Lyrics Stick n the Trunk (feat. Lil Gnar) - D. Savage , GNAR

Earl on the beat (Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat)

Stick in the trunk (ayy)
I got a stick in the trunk (ayy, ayy)
Ride wit' a pump (ayy)
Came wit' a shawty, I ride wit' a pump (ayy, ayy)
Say that it's up (ayy)
I call my hittas, and we pullin' up (ayy, ayy)
I get 'em jumped (ayy)
Came with the opps and then you gettin' stung

We ain't lackin' bitch, what do you mean? (Yeah, I ride wit' a stick)
Every one of my niggas on go (yeah, I ride wit' a pump)
I spent ten thousand just sippin' on lean (yeah, I ride wit' a stick)
Smokin' weed, gettin' head (yeah, I ride wit' a pump)
Ridin' 'round, gettin' bread
Still runnin' from the feds
Don't care what you say
'Cause we're still gettin' paid (dig)

No, I don't care what you say
All of my niggas, they ride with the leg
You talkin' shit, we gon' slide like a sled
I got a Glock and you painted it red
Got your bitch in the bed
She givin' me head
Finna bust on her leg

Chanel in the mirror, my body
Slide through the projects and dab on my partners
Free all the guys, yeah, I got 'em, I promise
Please do not test me, you don't want these problems
Off-White from Virgil, I don't got a copy
Call up some thotties and tell 'em get top pieces
Smokin' on gas and it smell like a moshpit
Double-R truck like I'm drivin' a tractor

Stick in the trunk (ayy)
I got a stick in the trunk (ayy, ayy)
Ride wit' a pump (ayy)
Came wit' a shawty, I ride wit' a pump (ayy, ayy)
Say that it's up (ayy)
I call my hittas, and we pullin' up (ayy, ayy)
I get 'em jumped (ayy)
Came with the opps and then you gettin' stung

We ain't lackin' bitch, what do you mean? (Yeah, I ride wit' a stick)
Every one of my niggas on go (yeah, I ride wit' a pump)
I spent ten thousand just sippin' on lean (yeah, I ride wit' a stick)
Smokin' weed, gettin' head (yeah, I ride wit' a pump)
Ridin' 'round, gettin' bread
Still runnin' from the feds
Don't care what you say
'Cause we're still gettin' paid

I get it turnt up, I get it lit
Time to go brazy, I'm poppin' my shit
Walk down gang, I'ma bust off the rim
I want hundreds and millions, that's it
I hit up Metro and ordered, that's it
She suckin' dick in the back of the whip
Get in the pussy, I'm lovin' that grip
These hoes won't think, want some money, that's it

Got hoes and bows and I'm countin' bricks
I beat up the pot when I'm twerkin' my wrist
Flex so hard, got shit on a bitch
I'm so hard, they feelin' this shit
I got your hoe and I'm makin' her strip
If she a groupie, I'm selling yo' bitch
Servin' that dog, ridin' round wit' that pit
Wonderin' why got a choppa my life
Huh-hah

Stick in the trunk (ayy)
I got a stick in the trunk (ayy, ayy)
Ride wit' a pump (ayy)
Came wit' a shawty, I ride wit' a pump (ayy, ayy)
Say that it's up (ayy)
I call my hittas, and we pullin' up (ayy, ayy)
I get 'em jumped (ayy)
Came with the opps and then you gettin' stung

We ain't lackin' bitch, what do you mean? (Yeah, I ride wit' a stick)
Every one of my niggas on go (yeah, I ride wit' a pump)
I spent ten thousand just sippin' on lean (yeah, I ride wit' a stick)
Smokin' weed, gettin' head (yeah, I ride wit' a pump)
Ridin' 'round, gettin' bread
Still runnin' from the feds
Don't care what you say
'Cause we're still gettin' paid

Excuse me, um, what, what set are you repping?
Sorry?
What set are you repping?
I'm not repping any set
Well, you're wearing a bandana so
I would assume that you'd be repping a set
Oh, no, I just like bandanas
Well, next time you wear that shit on my turf
You better come with somethin'
'Cause you don't know shit about the street life
Street life-street life-street life