Ridin the Whip

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

I ride cadillacs real hood switches on the fleetwood

throw ham oh man grip it like you should

slidin over to the curb and I pancake

Hoes booty shake to the window like it's payday

Kick it like pelee and I'm out/okay

ridin three wheel motion with the homies KMK

from LA to Motown I ride wit the assed out purple so low it be scrapin on

the ground

I got my ses I'm hittin more bounce to the ounce

King of the jungle with the lifted truck and boomin sound

I come dippin through sippin on a cold brew

Fire up a spliff and I'm singin out WHOOTY HOOOOOO

Fresh new paint and you know it's lookin good

Candy coated with the flake got d-loc on the hood

Woodgrain wit a stain got the navi in the dash

I'm a hot boy with the money fast

TV screens in the back you can see it when it drags

when you hear the SSHHHH I let the air out the bags

Peanutbutter with the jam got strawberry shake

Got the khaki tan yo I do it cuz I can

I got my sunroof open windows are bangin

cuz I don't give a fuck burnin

that og kush can't no one look

cuz the tint on my truck it's dark as night

pass me the light I'm bout to ignite

another bowl in my pipe get high and enjoy the ride

crack a window hit the endo

let the wind blow never gettin out

pull base outta the wind duck down drop to the ground

all up on the creep I'mma tip-toe

My spreckin around automatic blasts

for the motherfucker that be goin again

So we gon do it with a long throw

better beware when you hear the beat go BOOOOOOOM

I pet that switch perp. goes on to the pavement

Bump up and down now it's doin the same shit

Pop/ and I won't quit ridin the whip

Sittin at the stop sign and I'm bouncin this bitch