Cutlass

My paint be drippin' wet I'm clean as Clorox

And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks

And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass, Cutlass

The roof of my roof's bald headed convertible top

What use is a old school if it ain't a drop

I got a zap of rock and a 5th of Ciroc

Teflon burner glove don't get molly-wopped

She liking on me she loving what she see

A big nigga with style S.W.A.G.

Every since a child had G.A.M.E.

Backwards ass smile bet not fuck with me

Electric dash electric glass electric everything

Highly carbureted dual exhaust camillion booger green

Fresh back from the car wash fresh back from a bathe

When the sun hits my paint it turns a different shade

I ain't got time to be bullshittin' I got money on my agenda

I've been gettin bread since I came out of the placenta

Sevas in the summer time rallies in the winter

Side wood light skin big booty tender

I keep them bands on deck my mans on a jet

Some soft up on the block in a duce cutty drop

I remember when I copped back in '88

I set em on some straights filled the trunk with fosgates

And since I'm movin weight you know I couldn't wait

Brought that motor out the crate then I taught it how to skate

We turnin figure eights half and whole cakes

We take em on a chase We ain't tryin to take the case

Bitches know I'm fly got that vocal tone

And when they see me they be askin what I'm smokin on

I tell em cookies bitch you know I got that provolone

And you can call me on the under on my iPhone

You see me insides you know I keeps it stocked

And when I leave the block everybody stop and watch

You never know you might catch a sideshow

I lay that top back down and then I drive slow

Bitch this ain't my Bentley this my seven duce

TV deg W sevens press that big ole zeus

Matter fact I got a pair of those for dummies that means 2

My shit is clean as fuck but when I brought it it was through

I took it off the frame bitch this not a game

Got motor new suspension brand new everythang

Candy orange outside guts cocaine

Rims hella chromey see my face and my chain

New shoes on it 22's homie

And I would leave that bitch at home if I was you homie

Cause I'm a swing it sideways and slap to the trap

Off Patron and a zone with the zap on my lap

Change my flow up fasho but never fuck the dough up

In the city where prices go down but never go up

Niggas see the Cutlass and they know it's the double

Flossin on that ass and you know you in trouble

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