Put Em Up

[Chorus]

I'm back up on my shit

This is 'bout to hit

We're quaking in this bitch

Trunk Muzik don't quit

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Trunk Muzik don't quit

I don't care what they talkin' 'bout

[Verse 1]

Yeah, high school dropouts

Work 'til you clock out, then go mob out

With them AKs in a trap house, the steaks at the chophouse

They know I come from those slums, ride around with dumb guns

Shawty Fatt told me to go stupid, I'm going dum-dum

This is the legion, Slumerican steel breeding

Mountain Dew in a bottle, baby is barely teething

Heathens becoming professionals in the off-season

That dope under the tarp season, yeah

[Chorus]

And I'm back up on my shit

This is 'bout to hit

We're quaking in this bitch

Trunk Muzik don't quit

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Trunk Muzik don't quit

I don't care what they talkin' 'bout

[Verse 2]

He left the venue in handcuffs, nose was all broken

Smilin', that's my people, they fucking all know it

We wildin', it's a congregation of every nation

Race, color, and creed, identities at the shows, face it

We leaders and we lead by settin' examples

Fuck social media posts, we post up with these handles

Of whiskey, smoking Camels

From Dollar General sandals to red bottom slips

Quarter-million dollar whips, yeah

[Chorus]

I'm back up on my shit

This is 'bout to hit

We're quaking in this bitch

Trunk Muzik don't quit

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Trunk Muzik don't quit

I don't care what they talkin' 'bout

[Verse 3]

Where I'm from I'm not afraid and I'm not ashamed

Can't say that it's hard to put in words because it ain't

They left the door open, now I own the house

I never sit still, I don't even own a couch

I was raised by a gangster so I could never be a coward

Now I'm raisin' gangsters, every album, every hour

Pray hard and go slay hard with that deep resentment

A wordsmith, a word chemist, limitless

[Chorus]

I'm back up on my shit

This is 'bout to hit

We're quaking in this bitch

Trunk Muzik don't quit

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Trunk Muzik don't quit

I don't care what they talkin' 'bout

[Verse 4]

Thank you for loving me when I needed it and not leaving

Thank you for seeing me when even I couldn't see it

For all the times that we communicated with this music

Thank you to anyone who gave a shit to listen to it

Thank you mama for dragging us through hell, it worked out well

Thank you to all my fallen angels locked up in a cell

This is God working, and this won't be my final letter

This is Trunk Muzik 4Ever, forever