Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Vocals
Mike Hartnett
Mike Hartnett
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Scott
Justin Scott
Composer
Norman Solomon
Norman Solomon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ralph Cacciurri
Ralph Cacciurri
Recording Engineer
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Producer

Lyrics

Now usually I talk about that Cadillac on vogues But today it's all about Monte Carlo, propped up on lows I set it out, I set it out, I set it out for sure I keep it cooler than a polar bear's toes You better hop in before I close that door 86, 86, 86 Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 Kill 'em They're like There he go again talking 'bout that candy paint Slabbin' out, working wheel in the daytime Don't settle for the trap, hi-hats and the clap Bih', what you know about that bassline Big booming, slip the lever Haters grip for the backseat of the car like a fallen star All these screens of light, I can charge at night Ladies drink for free when they' at the bar Pull up, barely stood up High fiving every old school player tippin' in the lot With a couple pretty things on they' shoulders Then they told her "Krizzle gotta give 'em what you got" So I kill 'em with the low Joe Lewis knocking down doors Grippin that wheel They like "What happened to the lac?" I told 'em 'bout this muscle Now usually I talk about that Cadillac on vogues But today it's all about Monte Carlo, propped up on lows I set it out, I set it out, I set it out for sure I keep it cooler than a polar bear's toes You better hop in before I close that door 86, 86, 86 Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 Kill 'em Dynamic, panoramic I ain't seen the roof since you seen mine Forgiato, paint melado When you seen me, shawty you seen shine Glass house, I put the ass out When I roll supreme, I call it creepin' clean I hit the gas on the low when I'm on the scene Ya I be waking up them neighbors with the 15's when I vroom Candy paint on the fleet 6 deep with the slab, ballin' in these street Pull up on the curb - what the fuck, what you heard? I swang and I swerve, I'm swangin' for keeps That's that old school flow Sugar Ray knocking down doors Grippin' that wheel They like "What happened to the lac?" I told 'em 'bout this muscle Now usually I talk about that Cadillac on vogues But today it's all about Monte Carlo, propped up on lows I set it out, I set it out, I set it out for sure I keep it cooler than a polar bear's toes You better hop in before I close that door 86, 86, 86 Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 Kill 'em 86 kill like that right there Creep up slow like that right there Monte Carlo like that right there Yeen seen nothing like that right there 86, 86, 86, 86 86, 86, 86, 86 86 kill like that right there Creep up slow like that right there Monte Carlo like that right there Yeen seen nothing like that right there 86, 86, 86, 86 86, 86, 86, 86 Now usually I talk about that Cadillac on vogues But today it's all about Monte Carlo, propped up on lows I set it out, I set it out, I set it out for sure I keep it cooler than a polar bear's toes You better hop in before I close that door 86, 86, 86 Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 Kill 'em
Writer(s): Justin Lewis Scott, Norman Solomon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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