Freddie Gibbs - Boxframe Cadillac ('83 Deville Mix) lyrics

[Hook x2: Z-Ro] Even if it's raining I'm a still drop the top That's some other silly sh*t n***as do when they have the time 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 cane and get stained Back 90 melted brain Clique got his a** dancing with 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 like burn had the mask check the murder rate n***a on my chain ain't got the nuts to catch a murder case Made this fate, I got somebody's under this Gucci buckle Them G.I. mafia your family n***a reach out and touch you All the way from the East Side to Ivy now all my n***as mayor Queens but no dramas so catch these hollas or catch the fare Rolling solo yolo not calling coppers and bread Homie so goin' off this dope then I pa** the blunt to my dead homie They call me Freddie forgiato I don't f**k that vodka Cop that handy in a minute we bust the 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**ch 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 guess what we all gonna do 44 magnum pack a deck put a cereal bullet hole on you I knock knock knocking on the truck like Jehovah's witnesses And I don't even know who b**ch this is But everytime she come up for air she keep sayin' She wishin' her n***a got a dick this big Ho you betta' swallow even a** drop Don't get none of that on my seats Baby there's a fan on my bed with 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 watch out the motherf**ker run up with the bullsh*t I'm a beat 'em up and I'm a spill my guts Homie I'm running on mayonnaise and mustard The 60th loop till the interstate Which one that don't matter add one of them motherf**kers 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 all 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]