[Hook x2 - Z-Ro]
Even if it's raining I'mma still drop the top
That's some other silly sh** n***as do when they at the top
Homie we don't give a damn we rolling we ain't tryin' to stop
Most likely we in a foreign but dogging it like it's a Boxframe Cadillac
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
As I maintain from lane to lane
Whip wetter than a lake on fresh paint
Cutless with candy cane
n***as run up on the kid and get stained
Mac 90 melted brain
Clique got SS' in every color on everything
Police on my dick so I dip off in a different car
Stick some cutie Kansas I got workers off in Wichita
State to state life behind the mask check the murder rate
n***a want my chain ain't got the nuts to catch a murder case
n***a's fake, I got some bodies under this Gucci buckle
Them G.I. mafia family n***as reach out and touch you
All the way from the East Side to Ivanhoe all my n***as made
We ain't sweatin' no drama so catch these hollows or catch a fade
Rolling solo-dolo narcotics, coppers, and bread
Homie so goin' off this dope that I pa** the blunt to my dead homie
Uhh, they call me Freddie forgiato f** that vodka
Cop that henny in a minute we bust a bottle
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Today I feel like rolling through the city
So I guess that's what I'm gonna do
b**h you wanna ride, you gotta be a 20
You betta' if you a 10 then I don't want you
And I want everybody to see me so I ride so slow
Damn right that's what Ro gon' do
44 magnum pack a jacker put a cereal bullet hole on you
I'm knock knock knocking on the truck like Jehovah's witnesses
And I don't even know who b**h this is
But everytime she come up for air she keep sayin'
She wishin' her n***a had a dick this big
Ho you betta' swallow every last
Don't get none of that on my seats
Baby thats a phantom my bad but p**y and titties
And a** can't compete
And there's something about when I drop my top
It's like bustin' a nut
And I wish a mutherf**er run up on me with that bullsh**
I'mma beat him up and I won't spill my cup
Homie I'm running on mayonnaise and mustard
The 610 loop till the interstate
Which one that don't matter add one of them motherf**ers
Cause they can all take us to get the cake
I remember my first car Canary yellow Cutla**
With the brown door to drive by mobile
I was eating and sleeping and living in
I woulda traded a mattress for my mobile
But nowadays when oil change just a couple of stacks
Folks gave me and in the middle of falls gate highs
And in the front big falls gate in the back
[Hook x2]