[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Even if it's raining I'mma still drop the top
That's some other silly shit niggas do when they at the top
Homie we don't give a damn we rolling we ain't tryin' to stop
Most likely we in a foreign but dogging it like it's a Boxframe Cadillac
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
As I maintain from lane to lane
Whip wetter than a lake on fresh paint
Cutless with candy cane
Niggas run up on the kid and get stained
Mac 90 melted brain
Clique got SS' in every color on everything
Police on my dick so I dip off in a different car
Stick some cutie Kansas I got workers off in Wichita
State to state life behind the mask check the murder rate
Nigga want my chain ain't got the nuts to catch a murder case
Nigga's fake, I got some bodies under this Gucci buckle
Them G.I. mafia family niggas reach out and touch you
All the way from the East Side to Ivanhoe all my niggas made
We ain't sweatin' no drama so catch these hollows or catch a fade
Rolling solo-dolo narcotics, coppers, and bread
Homie so goin' off this dope that I pass the blunt to my dead homie
Uhh, they call me Freddie forgiato fuck that vodka
Cop that henny in a minute we bust a bottle
Even if it's raining I'mma still drop the top
That's some other silly shit niggas do when they at the top
Homie we don't give a damn we rolling we ain't tryin' to stop
Most likely we in a foreign but dogging it like it's a Boxframe Cadillac
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
As I maintain from lane to lane
Whip wetter than a lake on fresh paint
Cutless with candy cane
Niggas run up on the kid and get stained
Mac 90 melted brain
Clique got SS' in every color on everything
Police on my dick so I dip off in a different car
Stick some cutie Kansas I got workers off in Wichita
State to state life behind the mask check the murder rate
Nigga want my chain ain't got the nuts to catch a murder case
Nigga's fake, I got some bodies under this Gucci buckle
Them G.I. mafia family niggas reach out and touch you
All the way from the East Side to Ivanhoe all my niggas made
We ain't sweatin' no drama so catch these hollows or catch a fade
Rolling solo-dolo narcotics, coppers, and bread
Homie so goin' off this dope that I pass the blunt to my dead homie
Uhh, they call me Freddie forgiato fuck that vodka
Cop that henny in a minute we bust a bottle
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