Burnin' tires

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