White Walls (feat. ScHoolboy Q, Hollis)

I wanna be free, I wanna just live

Inside my Cadillac, That is my shit

And I throw it up (I throw that up)

That’s what it is (that’s what it is)

In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)

Can’t see me through my tints (nah ah)

I’m riding real slow (slow motion)

In my paint wet drippin shining like my 24’s (umbrella)

I ain’t got 24’s (no oh)

But I’m on those Vogues

That’s those big white walls, round them hundred spokes

Old school like old English in that brown paper bag

I’m rolling in that same whip that my granddad had

Hello haters, Damn y’all mad

30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?

I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

I Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time

I’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in sky

I shine, the city never looked so bright

Man I’m lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would’ve been proud of

Looking down from heaven like damn that’s stylish

Smilin’, don’t pay attention to the mileage

Can I hit the freeway? Illegally going 120

Easy weaving in and out of the traffic

They cannot catch me, I’m smashing

I’m ducking bucking them out here

I’m like go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classic

Now I know what it’s like under the city lights

Riding into the night, driving over the bridge

The same one we walked across as kids

Knew I’d have a whippin’ but never one like this

Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater

Yea, I’m from Seattle, There’s hella Honda Civics

I couldn’t tell you about paint either

But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours

And roll on over to the dealer

And I found the car, junior, problem with this geezer

Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming

I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, lean back, taking my time

I’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in sky

I shine, the city never looked so bright

Backwoods and dope

White hoes in the backseat snorting coke

She doing line after line like she’s writing rhymes

I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind

Cadillac pimpin’, my uncle was on

14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone

Sendin’ portions of his liquor, water in the Patron

Rather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes

(fuckin' lottery homes)

Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2

Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on ‘em

My dogs hanging out the window

Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball

Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps

See what’s poppin’ at the mall, meet a bad bitch

Slap her booty with my palms

You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls

I’m motherfuckin’ off

Son, swear these eyes tryna hypnotize

Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs

See the lust stuck up in her eyes

Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?

Or do she want it low?

This shit a Coupe de Ville so you’ll never know

So we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit

Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it

Slice off when the gas is finished, Q

I’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in sky

I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, lean back, taking my time

I shine, the city never looked so bright

Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, lean back, taking my time

I’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in sky

I shine, the city never looked so bright