man in the trunk lyrics – young dro

[nitti]
jackie chan… that jackie chan… the f*ck is jackie chan
tell ’em bout that jackie chan man (what).. f*ck is jackie chan

[young dro]
now son for real trey back up off me son…
you don’t even know my style dunn

[nitti]
dro… tell ’em bout that jackie chan tho n*gg*… nitti beats…
the f*ck is jackie chan n*gg*… let ’em know

[chorus (young dro):]
young dro i ain’t playing with it (playing with it)
trunk got that jackie chan in it (jackie chan in it)
sound like it got a band in it (got a band in it)
i’m the freshest in the lamb’ with it (in the lamb’ with it)
y’all n*gg*s fugazzing it (fugazzing it)
diamonds look like koolaid in it (like koolaid in it)
different flavor cartier with it (cartier with it)
big bank b*tch play with it (b*tch play with it)

[verse 1]
i ain’t playing.. ihop blue cutl*ss
24 inches… ihop blue b*ttons
4-4 in my hand with a snipe i’m armed russian
dro you from atl n*gg* how you talk russian?
slugs start to busting and my ammo got that serial
catch a n*gg* slipping hit him in the equilibrium
ss impala… shawty i’m daring ’em
cartiers and prada… shawty i’m killing ’em
look at my chain and my ice look triple blue
you’re popping these n*gg* i’mma bring the triple through
and b*tches be up on the block like “i’m sick of you”
and i’m like “b*tch please i’m d*cking you”
the ‘vert flipper blue the chirp bigger too
hey picked out for a bentley she a mini blue
dropped in with a b*tch named missy pooh
trunk bang and this the only thing she listen to dro

[chorus]

[verse 2]
hey move through y’all tryna see how to do y’all
chevy too tall i see a forehead and that’s all
two tone plus i’m on purple my yay’s ???
my b*tches bring blocks only thing i do is chirp ’em
drop twerk ’em ostrich on my chevy car interior
plus i’m on that remy so that sh*t make me imperial
riding down ?? no damage i’m serious
plus i won’t let a n*gg* have it i’m delirious
i’mma blast period don’t question me don’t mess with me
blue ice bue arm superman recipe
plus i’m in that brown regal same color nestle
n*gg*s see me when i’m in the trey i be in tressa trees
take the wrong step to me and death’ll be yo destiny
i know how to do it so ain’t n*body arresting me
polo i be dressing in man i be damaging
that fresh hoes be like “d*mn that’s a mannequin” dro

[chorus]

[verse 3]
hey summer time (summer time) look at my charm (look at my charm)
i’m iced out baby how can i be warm?
watermelon nova my trunk on vietnam
tv’s in the h*rn watching tip on vh-1
26’s son with a robocop gun
i’ll blast a n*gg* from the ground to the sun
the sound of the gun that’s when young dro chalking it
grape linen grape gator fruit fruit walking it
know a n*gg* bossing it don’t make me start chalking it
i know how to shine cause my arm be on frostbit
done son no sh*t my rides look like a parrot do
know a n*gg* healthy cause my cutl*ss look like carrot juice
catch me when i’m mashing through i’m froze up i’m rolled up
young dro yeah but i am godd*mn dro’ed up
bout to put them doors up and crank that d*mn rose up
4:15 i’m bout to wake these d*mn hoes up dro

[chorus]

/ young dro lyrics