Trunks Lyrics – A$AP Rocky

Read the full Trunks lyrics by A$AP Rocky along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Aap Rocky’s music, you can also explore Bless It Up and HOOD HAPPY, two other songs by Aap Rocky.

[Intro]
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back, uh
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back, uh

[Chorus]
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back, uh
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Back)
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back, uh
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Back)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah, yeah, uh (What’s up?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get him), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Get him back)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
At thirty-five and I’m still a purty guy
Pu*sy never dry, you know shawty certified
Pancake-ass n!ggas stay turning sides (Uh-huh)
Cookie cutter n!ggas, soda pop, yeah, they Canada Dry, uh (Uh-huh)
Fu*k a fight, nighty-night if we shoot the five
(??)

[0:50] bop, hit ’em low, n!gga, shoot him high
Suit and tie, they crossed the boy so many times, feel crucified, yeah
Bumping Koopsta Knicca in my coupe, my doors still suicide

[Refrain]
Shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony (Uh)
Shoutout-shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony (Ooh, ooh)
Shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony (Ooh, uh)
Young felon n!gga uptown, fu*k who telling me (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus]
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Ooh, ooh)
All gold fronts from the front to the back (Ooh, ooh)
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Ooh, ooh)

Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Ooh, uh-huh)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah, yeah, uh (What’s up?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get him), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Get him back)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
BBL, think they built
They straining when they training in the gym
They think they Wilt Chamberlain
Can’t name a b!tch who pu*sy I ain’t killed (For real)
You lame as s*it, we ain’t forget
The muscles, they ain’t real, yeah, yeah, uh

[Refrain]
Shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony
Shoutout-shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony
Shoutout-shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony (Shoutout the felons, uh)
Young felon n!gga uptown, fu*k who telling me (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 3]
Of course, I ride around the bros
Of course, I’m selling out my shows
Of course, I slime and wipe my nose
Of course, your honor, I can’t go to court
My baby mom want child support
Fu*k college, can’t enroll no course
She celebrate and pop the cork, of course

[Bridge]
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Uh, uh)
N!gga got a grudge, motherfu*ker, where ya at? (Uh, uh, give it to ’em)
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (Where they at? Put it up)
N!gga try to front, we gon’ leave ’em where he at (Brrt, back)

[Outro]
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back
(I got n!ggas in they cell, going crazy in the jail, well)
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back
(Tell the judge, “Don’t be holding grudge, suck-suck my nuts”)
(I’d rather be a thug) I’d rather be a thug
(I’d rather be a thug) I’d rather be a thug
(Send bullets than a hug) I don’t give no fu*k
(Yeah, hate and no love) Pack out the trunk from the front to the back
(N!ggas in they cell, going crazy in the jail, well)
(Shoutouts to my fellas, shoutouts to my fellas)
(Shoutouts to the real ones, the ones who never telling)
(Shoutouts to my fellas, shoutouts to my fellas)
(Shoutouts to the real ones, the ones who never telling)
(Shoutouts to my fellas, shoutouts to my fellas)
(Shoutouts to the fellas, the ones who never telling)