Chorus)
I'm rolling in a candy drop, rims twisting and the trunk stay poppin'
Paint drippin' look like rain drops, hoes boppin' when I hop out.
(verse)
Candy drop color changin bumpin as I roll up,
mayonaise and mustard vogues like my tires stuck to cold cuts.
Blow enough dro to make ya never wanna roll up,
smoke like the fog, pouring out when my doors up.
Rap king's evident, ya better put ya flows up,
neon lights cursive reading, better cuff ya hoes up.
Beat in the trunk to make a virgin get swole up,
speakers vibrating so she cum and curl her toes up.
weak niggas, hold up, I'm all about cash,
gripping wood like a lumber jack, when touching on the dash.
You ride around on spinners, that's okay, it isn't bad,
chrome rims cut the road and leave it full of broken glass.
I'm clearly smoking hash as I pass, sticks of grass,
laws wanna pull me over, I'm a light a blunt in laugh.
Somebody tell Ro and Trae to add me into S.L.A.B.,
fifty thousand and a half to buy, my slab is up for grabs.
ha ha.