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 bass drop

Yeah, let my trunk knock till the tape pop

My rims chop chop, while the bass drop

[Verse 1]

OK I pull up and my partners ask me "Krizzle, where your sub at?

Hey, fuck them tweeters, they ain't beatin', get yo sub back"

So I push my pedal to the metal to my cuz house

He owed me money, "fuck that bread, just set your sub out"

I fly like jets, that candy wet, I'm finna fuck wit' hoes

E.Q. these settings in my Chevy 'till my trunk explode

Maybe I'm bumpin', maybe I'm trippin', maybe I'm feelin' good!

Either way I'm quakin', shakin', wakin' up the folk in my neighborhood

Still hit the scene and whip, pour it up in my cup and sip

Never be where them white folk at 'cause the laws over there, they bound to trip

Lift it up in my trunk and bump, saw a lame and I hit the trunk

Pop that shit like twice for real, niggas gon' feel my wheels of steel

Chopping these vogues too, congrats when I roll through

Back to the backwood where I ride clean like I'm supposed to

Forever whipping on, leather guts with plenty chrome

Knocking 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 bass drop

Yeah, let my trunk knock till the tape pop

My rims chop chop, while the bass drop

[Verse 2]

Now usually, I don't disturb the peace

But I'ma wake you if you sleep

With that quake, that bass, that beat

Two miles per hour on creep

Smoke make it hard to see

When I'm swangin' down, I mean bangin' down

I don't be playin' around wit' these freaks

I gotta shake junt in my trunk

Tell my DJ bring it back

Turn it up all the way to the max

Till that old school Chevy frame crack

My partner hit me up like he need a ride

But I can't hear him either

Said he got some bags and that's kinda sad

'Cause there's only room in here for my speakers

But I'm riding out, pretend I don't know what he talking 'bout

Besides he always hating when I'm bassing

Telling me to turn it down

Out of line, and that's outta bounds

Bother me when I'm ridin' 'round

Hell, I just wanna hear the lows, shit

I just wanna shake the ground!

Lay it down in the parking lot

Turn it up outside the club

Can't tell if shawty really digging me

She can shake but she loves the sub

Might be the best but I can dig it though

She vibrate, gyrate

And swear that's the reason I did it for

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 bass drop

Yeah, let my trunk knock till the tape pop

My rims chop chop, while the bass drop