Letras
I’m bout to gas up in South Carolina
I got my twelves, now I’m bumping big tymers
See my white tee on crease, no designer
I’m feeling good cause them laws ain’t behind us
My barber say I’m up next, if I swerve
In fifteen, I’ll be coming from the burbs
Hit the gas to the west of mecklenburg
Pulling up, make sure we don’t hit the curb
I pay my dues and hit the road once again
Damn, it feels good to be a good king
Cool and sunny weather no rain
This that shit that make you wanna sing
Every side of town we swing
Hoping that this vibe don’t change
I’m just trying to live, do my thing
I stay on the road, that’s my lane
Man I’m burning up these tires
Round and round we go
Man I’m burning up these tires
'Til we can't ride no more
Where we going, sunset
What’s the move, whip check
Watch for twelve, that’s a bet
Wash, rinse, what's next
Bust a left, roll through
House of prayer soul food
In the kitchen, old school
For the low, so cool
I remember passing that port
If somebody asked for the short
Now it’s strictly gas that I smoke
So I up and dash, time to float
Ain’t nobody sleep on the strip
Man I swear the beat never skip
It just feel so good in my hood
So I shake the street with my whip
Every side of town we swing
Hoping that this vibe don’t change
I’m just trying to live, do my thing
I stay on the road, that’s my lane
Man I’m burning up these tires
Round and round we go
Man I’m burning up these tires
'Til we can't ride no more
Man I’m burning up these tires
Round and round we go
Man I’m burning up these tires
'Til we can't ride no more