TRUNK BANGERS - DIRTY SOUTH TO MIDWEST (MUSIC VIDEO)

TRUNK BANGERS - DIRTY SOUTH TO MIDWEST (MUSIC VIDEO) Lyrics: Yeah... yeah... From the dirty South to the Midwest, mane! Northside creepin', got the whole block shakin'! Mississippi mud, Tennessee blood! Midwest madness, turn the bass up! DIRTY SOUTH! MIDWEST! AIN'T NO SLEEP WHEN THE NIGHT GETS SICK! Dirty South to the Midwest, ridin' through the night! Black Cadillac, got the devil in the lights! Bass hit hard, make the whole damn city shake! Northside killers, better stay up out the way! Dirty South! Midwest! Everybody get buck! Trunk full of thunder, got the speakers turned up! Memphis to Missouri, Alabama to the Chi! We don't ever back down, we was born to ride! Creepin' through the Northside, midnight on the dash, Black tint, black rims, got the speakers on blast! Voices in my head, tellin' me to lose control, Six feet deep in the dirt where the cold wind blows! Came from the bottom where the streetlights flicker, Mind gone numb and the heartbeat quicker! Smoke in the cabin, got the windows all fogged, Lost inside the darkness with the ghosts in the fog! Black boots stompin', hear the concrete crack, Whole damn world on fire, ain't no turnin' back! Memphis-born madness, got the graveyard sound, 808 earthquake when the bass drops down! Dirty South to the Midwest, ridin' through the night! Black Cadillac, got the devil in the lights! Bass hit hard, make the whole damn city shake! Northside killers, better stay up out the way! Dirty South! Midwest! Everybody get buck! Trunk full of thunder, got the speakers turned up! Memphis to Missouri, Alabama to the Chi! We don't ever back down, we was born to ride! Alabama mud on the tires of a Chevrolet, Backroad bandit, I ain't never took the easy way! Raised where the thunder and the whiskey run deep, Where the wolves don't rest and the snakes don't sleep! Got a trunk full of bass and a head full of static, Country-boy rebel with a mind full of havoc! Hit the interstate, let the blacktop burn, Took a wrong road twice, still I never made a U-turn! From the trailer park dirt to the Memphis concrete, Got the whole damn South puttin' boots to the beat! Fast-lane livin', got the motor on scream, Southern-born nightmare, I'm a gasoline dream! (Low-pitched voice, vinyl crackle) South... South... Dirty South... Midwest... Midwest... No way out... (Beat cuts — one second of silence) LET THAT MOTHERFUCKIN' BASS DROP! Midwest maniac, wicked with the rhythm, Gotta give 'em the venom when I hit 'em with the syllables! Rippin' through the middle of the map with a mission, Everybody better listen when the motor start kickin'! Kansas City chaos, got the whole floor breakin', Bassline brutal, got the concrete shakin'! Never been a quitter, I'm a lyrical sinner, With a rapid-fire rhythm and a cold-blooded winter! Tick-tock, big shock, kick rocks, nonstop, Midwest chopper make the whole damn block rock! Switch pace, quick race, no brakes, full throttle, Got a thousand dark thoughts in a blacked-out bottle! Southside, Northside, worldwide collision, Three different regions with a deadly precision! From the dirt to the city, let the speakers explode, DIRTY SOUTH TO THE MIDWEST — LET 'EM KNOW! DIRTY SOUTH TO THE MIDWEST, RIDIN' THROUGH THE NIGHT! BLACK CADILLAC, GOT THE DEVIL IN THE LIGHTS! BASS HIT HARD, MAKE THE WHOLE DAMN CITY SHAKE! NORTHSIDE KILLERS, BETTER STAY UP OUT THE WAY! DIRTY SOUTH! MIDWEST! EVERYBODY GET BUCK! TRUNK FULL OF THUNDER, GOT THE SPEAKERS TURNED UP! MEMPHIS TO MISSOURI, ALABAMA TO THE CHI! DIRTY SOUTH TO THE MIDWEST — TILL THE DAY WE DIE! (Pitch drops, 808 fades into thunder) Dirty South... Midwest... Northside... Southside... Ain't no sleep... Ain't no peace... Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0KERgFefaDJ98UfofrnY7t?si=BH9Oehf0QLWGczzDA_MMnQ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/trunkbangersmusic Business Email: trunkbangersmusic@gmail.com #suicideboys #yelawolf #techn9ne