My Rimz

My rims poke out on my box Chevrolet

Yeah, my rims poke out and y'all keep jocking

'Cause you know I like that high side when I ride by

Y'all wave when I drive by, it's a bay thing

And you know, I look so excellent and so exuberant

And so exciting when the rims poke out on my box Chevrolet

My rims poke out on my box Chevrolet

Yeah, my rims poke out and y'all keep jocking

My rims poke out on my box Chevrolet

Yeah, my rims poke out, yeah, yeah

Lamborghini doors on a box, that's clean

Seven inch Kenwood with the touch screen

More-more wheels with Pirellis on the meat

It look like a ostrich died on my seat

Rolled up the purple, yeah, that's some fire

Spray Armor All, gotta butter up my tires

Bent a couple corners, rolled up my sleeves

I'm riding with a rat with a real long weave

The boy is so sick you should take me to Kaiser

Audiobahn screens in both of my sunvisors

Twenty twos up, yeah that's the answer

My car look just like a big Jolly Rancher

Sitting real tall, my wheels got fatter

Climb in the box, just use a little ladder

This is how I do it all day, every day

'Cause my rims poke out of my box Chevrolet

My rims poke out on my box Chevrolet

Yeah, my rims poke out and y'all keep jocking

My rims poke out on my box Chevrolet

Yeah, my rims poke out

Seven nine Caprice, shiny ass feet

Make the hood rats run my way, want skeet

Lean back, lean on my lap

Hit the corner store for some 'gnac and blunt wrap

High side with my ice today

My rims stay shiny whether night or day

Look two mamas headed right this way

Let me slow down, hop in, light the J, it's finna go down

System on pound, amps cooking

Hit the track make my rounds still juking

Little kids run up to my car, I'ma star now

You can tell by the paint job, alcohol now

Money green with the flakes in 'em

Skating on blades with the matching spinners

I'm a mack representer, pimp is my parlay

Rim to the sides, I be riding in yay, all day

My rims poke out on my box Chevrolet

Yeah, my rims poke out and y'all keep jocking

My rims poke out on my box Chevrolet

Yeah, my rims poke out

Doesn't matter, rain or shine

I'm still scraping

Spreading in and out of lines

I'm still scraping

But if they got a blunt to pass

I'm still scraping

My rims poke out, ooh

Candy paint, leather guts

Personal plates on the butt

Twenty fours, tinted windows

Cheech and Chong 'cause I'm blowing indo

Suede roof, grain steering wheel

Citrus incense like some real orange peels

Hit the store, buy me a fifth

Spit some game and then pull me a bitch

New kicks on, new fit on

Diamonds bling back in reflection of the chrome

On North Texas at E's table

Paula in the Villa, smelling like skrilla

**** break they neck they want my autograph

They proud of me, repping seven O south

Doing cool, this for my **** in the shit

Slanging Billy Dee like they nicknamed Ed

My rims poke out on my box Chevrolet

Yeah, my rims poke out and y'all keep jocking

My rims poke out on my box Chevrolet

Yeah, my rims poke out