Pop the Trunk
Yelawolf Ft. & DJSNT Lyrics


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Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with y'all?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough like a brilo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you

11:30 and I'm pullin' up dirty smoking babbage out the back of my buddies Monty Carlo
Spittin' over some super hot beats with a super hot freak we call the parking lot hoe
You know we sippin on that old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around bitches follow, but tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems
Well one of them bitches be fuckin' one of my homeboys favorite bitches
And has been on his hit list for a minute and I think he's ready to handle his business
He told me Yelawolf get this and he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist
He said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit!

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you

Two men stand, one's gotta go
One falls down to the ground, one walks down to the road
Momma better call the police
Now he's screaming no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled, enough to give a penguin chills
Hot enough to make a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollowed field
In the valley of the hollowed 'til
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you




He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of YelaWolf's "Pop the Trunk" revolves around a grim world of drug labs, violence, and revenge in the southern heartland of America. The song starts by depicting a meth lab in the back and crack fumes spreading through the streets like the morning fog, while the singer's mom helps his dad chop a pig in the slaughterhouse. YelaWolf is barely getting any sleep when the commotion outside wakes him up, and he looks out the window to see his father catching the thief trying to steal his car's wheels.


The second verse sees YelaWolf hanging out with his friends, smoking up in a Monty Carlo, and bumping trap music. However, things get heated when one of his homeboy's favorite girl is sleeping with someone else, and they decide to teach her a lesson. The Homeboy hands YelaWolf his watch and asks him to pop the trunk, where he has stashed his shotgun, ready to take out the rival. The next verse sees the brutal confrontation between the two rival men, with one falling to the ground and the other walking down the road.


"Pop the Trunk" takes a no-holds-barred approach in capturing the grit and rawness of the American South. It's a world of guns, drugs, and violence that YelaWolf portrays with vivid details, down to the mossy bags used to pack the shotgun. The lyrics are raw and straightforward in their delivery, with YelaWolf's raspy voice effectively capturing the mood of the song.


Line by Line Meaning

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
There is a meth lab in the back and the smoke from crack is spreading through the streets like a fog.


Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
The mother is helping the father chop up a hog in the slaughterhouse.


I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
I was sleeping like a saw until I was woken up by the noise and had to yawn and pause.


What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with y'all?
I can never get any sleep, what's going on outside that's keeping me up?


Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
I got up and put on my Crimson Tide Alabama sweats and threw my pillow aside.


Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
It seems like my dad caught the person who was trying to sneak in and steal his belongings.


They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough like a brilo
People don't realize that my dad is tough and doesn't hold hands or throw hands, he's rough like a Brillo pad.


Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow
My dad went to the Chevy and pulled out a heavy machete and gun that's as tall as a small willow tree.


Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you
Don't make me open the trunk and use the weapons inside on you.


He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
My friend has an old Mossberg shotgun in a mossy oak duffel bag in the back of his car.


11:30 and I'm pullin' up dirty smoking babbage out the back of my buddies Monty Carlo
It's 11:30 PM and I'm arriving in my friend's Monte Carlo, smoking weed in the back.


Spittin' over some super hot beats with a super hot freak we call the parking lot hoe
We're rapping over some great beats with a girl we call 'the parking lot hoe.'


You know we sippin on that old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
We're drinking from an old bottle and the bass in our car is making the entire town shake.


So when we ride around bitches follow, but tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems
Usually when we drive around, girls follow us, but tonight one of them is causing trouble.


Well one of them bitches be fuckin' one of my homeboys favorite bitches
One of the girls is having sex with one of my friend's favorite girls.


And has been on his hit list for a minute and I think he's ready to handle his business
She's been on his 'hit list' for a while and I think he's ready to confront her.


He told me Yelawolf get this and he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist
My friend told me to take his Cartier watch, which he was wearing at the time.


He said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit!
He told me to watch what he's about to do and then he jumped to the trunk to grab his gun.


Two men stand, one's gotta go, one falls down to the ground, one walks down to the road
Two men are standing, but one has to die. One falls to the ground and the other walks away.


Momma better call the police, now he's screaming no
Someone should call the police because someone is screaming in pain.


Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's moving slow
The person was shot in the chest with a buckshot shell filled with rock salt and is moving slowly.


All this blood has spilled, enough to give a penguin chills, hot enough to make a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
There is so much blood spilled that it would make a penguin shiver. The blood is hot enough to make a potato steam at the end of a metal pipe.


In the valley of the hollowed field, in the valley of the hollowed 'til
This is happening in the valley of the hollowed out field.


This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!
This isn't just in my imagination, this is where I really live in Alabama!




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Written by: Michael Yelawolf Atha, Willie Washington

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