Текст песни
Black Cadillac, Gold Trim, Westside homie Black Cadillac, Gold Trim, South
Side Homie
Catch me in a hood near you we stay riding on em
We let em off quick
The world don't stop so why punks wanna waste time
Roll a blunt, let me ride the snare, put a little bit of truth on a bass line
Welcome to Cali where the cracks is active
Everybody bumpin on some old gangstah classics
In a black cadillac with gear thats matching
Ty kush with for the people that be feeling the passion
Lets ride
I love the details wood grain to the gold trim
Cut back the top, get some 20s, put em in a low pro with chrome lip
Big bag of kush, a hot chick, hollow tips in the four fifth
Big bag of kush a hot chick hollow tips in the four fifth
Right up in the middle of the street with them oldies bumping
Yea
True hustlers putting in work
Undercover cops on the block stop and stare
Im just doing my thing
Im king, rolling
Im holding
If you catch me slipping, its on
You bet I'm in a
Black Cadillac, Gold Trim, Westside homie Black Cadillac, Gold Trim, South
Side Homie
Catch me in a hood near you we stay riding on em
Creeping up out of the block slowly
You don't know me homie
With a bottle of O
We rolling up oak trees
flipping O
Zs out the back of the Baritz
Repping that OPM
Gold grill cadillac with a gold trim
Sitting on chrome 20 inch rims
Burgundy skin
Aint even heard of him since, but I be hustling
Take a lose and Bounce back like a rubber band and I be up on the game, serious when I be playing
Looking for something to aim
Dipping all over your lane
Smoking a hole in my brain
Start the ignition with out no key, but a brother be sitting clean, Gripping that woodgrain
In a burgundy cadillac, gold trim
Throwing up westside
Lets ride