[Hook] Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors [Verse 1: Big KRIT] I remember way back in the day All I wanted was a candy car with hella flakes Crushing hoes, slamming doors while the cha**is shake From the sub, work the juice, b**h I want the ba** Can't be turning on a dime cause the rims scrape k** switches for them jackers outchea tryna take That's my prized possession in recession kept me straight Clear my mind then recline on the runway, from Monday to Sunday Just me and my old school [Hook] [Verse 2: LiL KeKe] I got the old school right on these toes and slamming doors Talking wood grain, mink on the floors and riding vogues Chopping low, tip by slow, that's how it go Still a Texas boy sitting on foes and wrecking hoes The seats so sandy fine, all cash Fresh candy homie, branded wine - hold it down H-town known to flip - feeling hood, looking good With them boys out to sip, just let it dip Convertible, the burgundy red get's peeled off I'm on gla** when I'm showing my a** for dirty south Don key still OG - just like the smoke fool Riding 3 deep, me and KRIT - plus the old school [Hook] [Verse 3: Slim Thug] I used to roll in my old school, listenin' to slow grooves Head leaning back, had me feeling like a mac 7 mills dark black, I used to think I was goldie "I see you shining balls on", that's what my OG's told me And my old school so cool, roll like a new school Escalade motor got it riding like a soldier Late nights blowing dojer, reminiscing bout the past And how now I got everything I wish I used to could have I'm finally clean in my old school [Hook] [Outro] See it ain't just a car, it ain't just a whip It's a time machine, it's a spaceship, it's precious You gotta take your time, you can't be rubbing on them curbs And hitting them potholes You gotta ride clean and ride slow Me and my old school [Hook]