I got air suspension
Hydraulics in the cockpit
Thumping heavy waters
My stereo's bionic
Soul sonic force wood grain
Dual exhaust pipes
Fuel is lost when thrown
In overdrive
A hundred horsepowers
And the hood motorized
The super charger take you
On a roller coaster ride
Don't worry if you slide
I got four wheel drive
When I glide down Interstate 95
Heard additional miles
Heading for the high
With my halogen lights
With my buggy eye
Bring truck serious guy
Rims supersized
When I pull up to your side that's
When you realize
That I'm live on your set
Pedestrians sweat
Cause they catch whiplash
When they turn they neck
With a multi disc changer
Plus casette
This is for them low riders
That burn the strip
Driving down the strip
I'm smoking out
Roof ripped deep dish
Rims poking out
Never ever ever ever gonna stop
As the chrome blades chop
And I'm rolling out
I got burners in the stashbox
Gucci ragtop
It's a brand new boy toy
Not a Matchbox
Jealous hoes try to key it up
With scratch marks
That's the price you pay
When you park after dark
Narc's try to search her
Cause she wax the Impala
Road kill on my crash bar
Just demolished
It takes hard earned dollars
To keep us served
TV's in the head rest
Serve your purpose
My Xbox control
By the steering wheel color
Fancy fur rug match
With the W's on 'em
Peel out in the large OVM Pirelli
Drive on the sour
Make ya spine turn jelly
Blueberry in my hand
Blow out the sunroof
Dodging potholes
Trying to not dent the Coupe
Airvent cool me off
When you hot pursuit
Them little press on
Hubcaps are not the truth
Driving down the strip
I'm smoking out
Roof ripped deep dish
Rims poking out
Never ever ever ever gonna stop
As the chrome blades
Chop and I'm rolling out
If you love fast cars
Come ride with me
Come roll with me
Come ride with me
If you love big trucks
Come roll with me
Come ride with me
Come roll with me
If you love fast cars
Come ride with me
Come roll with me
Come ride with me
If you love big trucks
Come roll with me
Come ride with me
Come roll with me
Now what can you tell me
If my Fendi glasses
Throw up my nose
At the low E classes
No smoke in my backseat
I don't need ashes
Behold the masses
Scoping me out
Now driving down the strip
I'm smoking out
Not a Blood or a Crip
But I'm locking out
With fast cars on the fast lane
On a fast route
Interior flushed out
You know what I'm about
Driving down the strip
I'm smoking out
Roof ripped deep dish
Rims poking out
Never ever ever ever gonna stop
As the chrome blades chop
And I'm rolling out
Driving down the strip
I'm smoking out
Roof ripped deep dish
Rims poking out
Never ever ever ever gonna stop
As the chrome blades
Chop and I'm rolling out
