Lyrics

Peace to the Black babies born below the Mason-Dixon That twang in your diction don't make you less gifted Be grateful, steadfast and persistent Our ancestors made 4 ways out of no ways, so lets stick to tradition May God's grace cover you like an oak tree on the hottest day I pray the air in your tires never deflate And you keep the gas hand above a quarter of a tank In whoever name you pray Ridin' four deep in a white Caprice Got ya cousin and ya niece pulling up on ya street Bout to recline my seat, cousin watch ya knees You know I'm outside when you hear the beep Ridin' four deep in a white Caprice Got ya cousin and ya niece pulling up on ya street Bout to recline my seat, cousin watch ya knees You know I'm outside when you hear the beep What a day its been, rolling o's of marijuana Bending corners, no AC in my glass house like a sauna Slid to the Southend, kiss Granny and say what's up to Shawna Spin the block hit the drive through liquor store, a pint and a soda I'm finna go out (Oops!) I'm finna show out My whip clean and my gold shine I do what I wanna We at the tracks we fixing to pour up just listen for the beep And I'll keep your cup in the holder, we'll be outside in a moment Ridin' four deep in a white Caprice Got ya cousin and ya niece pulling up on ya street Bout to recline my seat, cousin watch ya knees You know I'm outside when you hear the beep Beep! Beep! Aye, Shawty Ma'am pulled up in all white Caprice I said what I said, man she know I'm packing heat She know I'm bringin' the drugs for the motherfuckin' pain I been in Southern California bruh, I wanna see some rain Gucci logos on my frames bae and I ain't tryna flex You can't even eat my pussy so you know you ain't gettin' no sex Bitches with an attitude, Kari rocked a show in Paris We just picked up a big bag and we ain't talking bout that baggage Ghetto bitches do it the best, super thick and super blessed Pull up on you where you at, make you feel it in your chest (Aye, Shawty mane, let me know when you outside! I'm wait for ya!) (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I'm around the corner!) (Aight!) Ridin' four deep in a white Caprice Got ya cousin and ya niece pulling up on ya street Bout to recline my seat, cousin watch ya knees You know I'm outside when you hear the beep Ridin' four deep in a white Caprice Got ya cousin and ya niece pulling up on ya street Bout to recline my seat, cousin watch ya knees You know I'm outside when you hear the beep
Writer(s): Kari Rose Johnson, Lola Mitchell, Michael E. Neil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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