2 12's

[Chorus: Nic D and Jon Keith]

I got two 12's in the trunk

Will I? They could, now they blowing (Blow blow)

I got' stop turning it up (Turnin' it, turnin' it)

This what you doing, it wrong (Brrt)

I just be calling they bluffs (Callin' it, callin' it)

But they never pick up the phone (They never pick it up)

I guess when push come to shove (Uh)

They might get knocked off they throne (Yeah)

I got two 12's in this trunk (Yeah)

Will I? They could, now they blowing (Yeah, yeah)

I guess I'm turning it up (Yeah)

This what you doing it wrong (Yeah, yeah)

I just be calling they bluffs (Yeah)

But they never pick up the phone (Yeah, yeah)

I guess when push come to shove (Yeah)

They might get knocked off they throne (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Nic D]

They keep on singing a lot, I know

What do you want from me?

You want a piece of the pie, it shows

Pardon my manners and pardon my grammar

I do this for love

Put that on my grandma

I'm wearing my cutoffs

Like I'm David Banner

I hand out my 10's

And nobody even knows I'm a star

Life is a beach with a private cabana

We hanging like banner

Play that drum, and it hit like a hammer

I ain't done, and I show 'em the handles

Push they button like I'm changing the channel

Same pattern, different day, like you rocking a flannel

Speakers get blown like a candle

Rappers that don't look their part, I'm the perfect example

[Chorus: Nic D and Jon Keith]

I got two 12's in this trunk (Yeah)

Will I? They could, now they blowing (Yeah, yeah)

I guess I'm turning it up (Yeah)

This what you doing it wrong (Yeah, yeah)

I just be calling they bluffs (Yeah)

But they never pick up the phone (Yeah, yeah)

I guess when push come to shove (Yeah)

They might get knocked off they throne (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Jon Keith]

I guess I gotta say it

Thought you knew, but I shouldn't assume

When I spit you gonna take it like vitamins

Watch how I'm moving, maneuver

I'm splitting these waves

While you -- just be riding them

I set the standard, don't lie

Decided to be fly, if you up I'm the pilot then

You wanna test me, then push me

And keep something real

'Cause you gonna say goodbye to it

Who rapping circles round the kids?

Why you telling fibs?

Give this boy a bib

I can kill a catalog

With just my lips

I pretend I didn't see it

Let him live

You pretend you got the heat

Even got a seat

Even get to eat

If you wanna meet

Let me know the deets

If you wanna beat

Levels, six deep

Wait, let me chill a bit

With the bliss

Remember this

I stand alone

Challenge don't exist

Don't gotta explain

Only get the gist

Only gotta take what therapy insists

Only got it if you wanna see the Son

It's a lot of fish, swimming with piranhas

Two 12's in the trunk

Know I got the jump

Take me for a chump (Yeah)