Man, I’m Rollin’ Big Hit (Ft. The Alchemist)

[Chorus: Big Hit]
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Everything I’m in fresh off the showroom floor, man
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
And I ain’t satisfied ‘less it’s customized and floatin’
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Hit the junkyard, cop a car before they smash it
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Man, you want this bucket? Hell yeah, that’s a classic

[Verse 1: Big HIt]
Parkay margarine, rag ‘64
Got the butter leather guts, with the butterfly doors
That Honey Bun Buick got the icing on top
When the sun hit the paint, look like it’s melting on the block
The box Chevy looking like a box of Honey Grahams
The graham cracker seats cost a lot of money, man
They can’t understand the cupcake cutlass
With Hostess on the grill, icing dripping off the bumpers
I’m thumpin’ in the Six Trey, guacamole green
Door panels, wood grain, like an avocado tree
Your mean when your glass house make ‘em pass out
Seven deuce swisher sweet Caprice, brains blast out
I’m mashing out the Reeses Pieces Regal with my people
Whole engine candy coated so the whole hood is see-through
The Hummer triple lethal, not because it’s bullet-proof
Engine M&M’s, Snickers guts, paint baby roof