Letras
(Hitz Major)
501
Come on, man (yeah, yeah)
Two doors on it (yeah), four low on it (yeah)
Hit the gas, roll the door, blow smoke on it
Square box Chevy (Chevy), these are 33s (3s)
Six-inch lift with the console seat (seat)
Big mud tires need my ball joints greased (greased)
I'm feelin' every bump, every stomp in the street (street)
You can hear me comin' down the block 'fore I turn (turn)
Too damn high, catchin' flock from all the birds (birds)
If I break down, I'll fix it, I ain't worried
Country boy state of mind, boy, my ride so dirty
Boy, my ride so dirty (uh)
Backwoods, gas good, head blown (head blown)
Chiefer reefer, get it cheaper by the 'bow (by the 'bow)
Blowin' smoke, rollin' down the window
Rain, sleet or snow, ain't no road I can't go
Bitch, I been ridin' for a minute (minute), Sonic cup sippin' (sippin')
Pistol in the truck, boy, don't let me catch you slippin' (yeah)
Hair finger trigger (trigger), slidin', boy, I slither
Like a snake in the creek, I'll be hidin' 'til I get ya
I ain't got no co-pilot 'cause I know how to fly it
Whip sittin' back like I caught a flat tire
Boy, I been wildin', I can't even hide it
My square box Chevy was my favorite, can't deny it
Square box Chevy (Chevy), these are 33s (3s)
Six-inch lift with the console seat (seat)
Big mud tires need my ball joints greased (greased)
I'm feelin' every bump, every stomp in the street (street)
You can hear me comin' down the block 'fore I turn (turn)
Too damn high, catchin' flock from all the birds (birds)
If I break down, I'll fix it, I ain't worried
Country boy state of mind, boy, my ride so dirty
Boy, my ride so dirty (uh)
I'm over forty, ridin' Forgis (grown)
Your chick all in my story
I go dumb, Ricky Morty, bitch, I ball Robert Horry (swish)
Where that stank? Roll me up
Where that drank? Pour me up
Say your friend comin' too, tell that skank, "Hurry up"
Ever since I can remember, nigga, I done ran shit
Hit her with that bomb dick, yeah, dada ran shit (ooh, ooh)
Hit her in my old school, driveway of the mansion (what car?)
Said, "That one Chevelle," could barely fit her ass in it (oh my)
I like big shit (heavy) with the hips on 'em (Chevy)
Like a LS swap, put some drip on her (hear me?)
Like a ProCharge, when I drift on 'em (err)
If you really want smoke, I put some slicks on 'em
Square box Chevy (Chevy), these are 33s (3s)
Six-inch lift with the console seat (seat)
Big mud tires need my ball joints greased (greased)
I'm feelin' every bump, every stomp in the street (street)
You can hear me comin' down the block 'fore I turn (turn)
Too damn high, catchin' flock from all the birds (birds)
If I break down, I'll fix it, I ain't worried
Country boy state of mind, boy, my ride so dirty
Boy, my ride so dirty (uh)
Two doors on it (yeah), four low on it (yeah)
Hit the gas, roll the dope, and blow smoke on it
Two doors on it (yeah), four low on it (yeah)
Hit the gas, roll the dope, and blow smoke on it (yeah)