Young boy, used to drown in that alcohol

And if you dialing, 517 'fore you fucking call

I'm out the hall, K2 to my fuckin jaw

When waking up and gettin' cash was a fuckin' chore

Aluminum pays, so we packin up the fuckin' car

Cold nights, Tanqueray up in the fuckin' jar

Ride, slide, feel the ice up on the fuckin' road

White jeep

White trash

White fuckin' snow

I remember everything like last year was yesterday

Used to set up rupture funds and make that money anyway

Then we knew how they won't ever find out how we did these things, that's just how it went down

Tables by the stack, thumb tacs by the pack

Gasoline with the rag, it went way beyond the matte

Tables by the stack, thumb tacs by the pack

Gasoline with the rag, it went way beyond the matte (Uh)