Kilo in the Trunk Lyrics – Conway the Machine, The Alchemist

Read the full Kilo in the Trunk lyrics by Conway the Machine and The Alchemist from the album LULU 2 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Conway The Machine’s music, you can also explore Going To My Head, another song by Conway The Machine.

[Intro: Conway the Machine & ScHoolboy Q]
Yeah, ayy
Ayo, fu*k, we drink yo’ ass down
You know what I’m saying?
That’s right, that’s right

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine & ScHoolboy Q]
My n!gga Q got me on this ‘quila, now I’m drunk, n!gga (We drinking, n!gga, cap)
Ready to leave them n!ggas slumped, n!gga  (Brr, cap)
Ridding through LA with a bad b!tch (Uh-huh, bad b!tch)
I got a kilo in the trunk, n!gga (Hah)
And I don’t need to get the pump, n!gga (Not at all)
I can knock yo’ teeth out with a punch, n!gga (Punch, n!gga)
I got my shooters on the hunt, n!gga (Alert)
I’ll say you food, that mean you lunch, n!gga (Uh, lunch, n!gga)

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Heard you got a kilo in your bum, n!gga (Bum, n!gga)
Uh, I guess you call it a brick, n!gga
Sixteen, Eddie Kaine, boy that’s a flip, n!gga (Flip, n!gga)
Conway be with a Crip n!gga (Crip n!gga)
Uh and Westside be with a rich n!gga (Rich n!gga)
Ask Interscope, boy, I’m the shhh, n!gga, uh
Alchemist my nig, n!gga
Uh, (??) on the– yeah

[Verse 3: Westside Gunn & ScHoolboy Q]
Ayo, duffel bags full of fish, n!gga, yeah
Brass is on the drench, n!gga, ah
Fake ass on my b!tch, n!gga (B!tch, n!gga)
And the pu*sy wetter than a b!tch, n!gga (Woo)
Ayo, you’s a b!tch n!gga
I tell yo’ mama you ain’t s*it, n!gga

[Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, thugging in the trench, n!gga
Fu*k the cops, dog, n!gga, hit the fence, n!gga, uh

[Verse 5: Conway the Machine]
Pull up on you, roll down them tints, n!gga
Youngin caught that body, didn’t flinch, n!gga (He good, huh)
My jeans worth your rent, n!gga (Hah)
They love me in Philly like Carson Wentz, n!gga (Hahahahaha)
Another body on the news (Hah)
A hundred bags of sour, boy, I got it on the move (Move)
Look, you must got this s*it confused
I’m comfortable in any hood, I’m rocking all my jewels (I got it all, dog)

[Verse 6: Westside Gunn & ScHoolboy Q]
Thousand dollars for the shoes
Rolex on, iced like dressed me for the blue (Uh)
Turned a brick to another brick, s*it was cool
Jay Worthy on the block, said the s*it was bool
Cash rules, four pounds make the n!gga snooze
The n!gga baby moms made the news

[Verse 7: ScHoolboy Q & Conway the Machine]
Hah, got me grooving down the grove (Grove)
Half a million on the watches, a million on the shoes (The shoes)
N!gga, clutching on the hammer, home improvement with the tools
You b!tch ass n!gga, I’m taking all your jewels, uh (B!tch ass n!gga)
Kilo in the trunk, n!gga, uh (Hah, trunk, n!gga)
Got a kilo in the trunk, n!gga (Trunk, n!gga, ayy)
Got Tequila and I’m drunk, n!gga, aw s*it (I’m drinking)
Got a kilo in the trunk, n!gga (In the trunk, n!gga)
Got the flash, you’s a comet with the joker in the trunk, n!gga (Haha)
Tequila in the trunk, n!gga (Uh, what?)
Got a kilo in the trunk, n!gga, yeah
I got Tequila and I’m drunk, n!gga (Uh, get ’em, look)

[Verse 8: Conway the Machine]
Sipping Don Julio with Groovy Q (Uh)
Kick in doors, breaking floors, that’s what we usually do (We’re trap)
Straight goons, n!gga, make room when we moving through (Uh-huh)
My face twisted, b!tches still tell me that I’m beautiful (Hahahaha, yo)

[Verse 9: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, b!tches call me Westside Beautiful
My shooter sniffing coke, residue on his cuticles

[Verse 10: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, my Rollie cost a Subaru
Flying out to Africa, black and gold, I’m a Rubix Cube
Put my style together, my n!gga, I put your brain in two
Athletic and gun fetish, the burner Scooby-Doo (Arf, arf)
Shots barking, white chalking, bring your mama through
No passes, I’m Kobe beyond his rep’table, might shorten a check or two
I’m violent crimes, you n!ggas federal
Y’all just rappers, I’m level four
Clapping and shank your throats

[Verse 11: Conway the Machine & ScHoolboy Q]
I don’t aim when I clap your s*it, I’m clapping to sink your boat
Blood stain on my Peli jacket, clapped ’em and changed my coat (Uh, talk to ’em, yo)
Kilo in the trunk, n!gga (In the trunk, n!gga)
Rappers Fila or the pumps, n!gga (You know the Reeboks)
You know the old-school Shaqs (Like a blowtorch, n!gga)
Thirty shots, I’ma use that (Brrt, brap-brap-brap)

[Outro: Conway the Machine, Westside Gunn & Westside Gunn & ScHoolboy Q]
Kilo in the trunk, n!gga (In the trunk, n!gga)
Tequila and I’m drunk, n!gga (And I’m drunk, n!gga)
Conway, Schoolboy Q (What up?)
Westside give the people what they want, n!gga (Cap)
Got a kilo in the trunk, n!gga
Middle finger Donald Trump, n!gga
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
Fu*k you n!ggas, yo
Fu*k about none of y’all n!ggas
The luxurious, the notorious
Broke n!ggas stay away from me