[Hook:]
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My sub, my sub, my sub
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I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
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I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
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I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
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Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
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My rims chop-chop while the base drop
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I let my trunk knock till the tape pop
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My rims chop-chop while the base drop
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[Verse 1:]
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Okay I pull up and my partnas ask me Krizzle where yo sub at?
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Aye fuck them tweeters, they ain't beating, get yo sub back
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So I push my petal to the metal to my cus hise
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He owe me money fuck that bread just sit your sub out
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I fly like chess that candy wet I'm finna fuck with hoes
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EQB settings in my Chevy's till my trunk explode
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Maybe I'm bumpin' maybe I'm trippin' maybe I'm feeling good
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Either way I'm quaking shaking waking up the folk in my neighborhood
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Still hit the seen and whip, throw it up in my cup and sip
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Ever be where them white folk at cause the laws over there they bound to trip
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Lift it up in my dunk and bunk, saw a lame and I hear the trunk
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Pop that shit like twice foreal, fans goin feel my wheels of steel
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Chopping E4 too, congrat when I role through
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Back to the backwood where I ride clean like I'm suppose to
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Forever pimpin on leather guts with plenty chrome
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Knockin pictures down till I get home
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I put that on my sub
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[Hook:]
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My sub, my sub, my sub
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I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
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I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
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I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
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Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
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My rims chop-chop while the base drop
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I let my trunk knock till the tape pop
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My rims chop-chop while the base drop
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[Verse 2:]
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Yo, now usually I don't disturb the peace
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But I'm a wake you if you sleep, when that quake that bass that beat
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Two mile per hour and creep, smoke make it hard to see
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When I was swangin' down I mean bangin' down I don't be playin' around with these freaks
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I got a snake junk in my trunk, tell my DJ brang it back
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Turn it up all the way to the max till that old school Chevy frame crack
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My partna hit me up like he need a ride, but I can't hear him either
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Say he got some bags and that's kinda sad cause there ain't no room in here for my speakers
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You my people, but I'm ridin' out, damn I don't know what he talkin' bout
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Besides he always hatin' when I'm bassin telling me to turn it down
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Out of line and that's outta bounds, don't bother when I'm ridin round
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So hell I just wanna hit a low, shit I just wanna shake the ground
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Lay it down in the parking lot, turn it up outside the club
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I see that shawty really diggin me, girl's a shape but she love the sub
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Even says that get her wet and that be the best and I can dig it doe
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She vibrating, gyrating... I swear that's the reason I did it foe
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When I put that on my sub
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[Song changes to Regina Belle - Baby Come To Me]
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[Hook:]
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My sub, my sub, my sub
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I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
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I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
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I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
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Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
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My rims chop-chop while the base drop
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I let my trunk knock till the tape pop
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My rims chop-chop while the base drop
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Put that on my sub
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My Sub
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Big KRIT |