White Walls Songtext

von Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, ScHoolboy Q, Hollis

I wanna be free
I wanna just live
Inside my Cadillac
That is my shit
And I throw it up (I throw that up)
That's what it is (that's what it is)
In my C A D D I L L A C bitch (biatch)
Can't see me through my tints (nah ah)
I'm riding real slow (slow)
In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24's (umbrella)
I've got 24's (no oh)
But I'm on those vogues
That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes

Old school like old English in that brown paper bag
I'm going in that same whip that my granddad had
Hello haters
Damn y'all mad
30k on the Caddy, now how about cack wrapped is that?

Got that all-stripe Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas type of lean that taking my time
I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

Man I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of
Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish
Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage

Can I hit the freeway? I'm legally going 120
Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
They cannot catch me, I'm smashing
I'm ducking bucking them out here
I'm like go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classic

Now I know what it's like under the city lights
Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
The same one we walked across as kids
Knew I'd have a whippin', never one like this

Old school, old school
Candy paint, two seater

Yea, I'm from Seattle
There's hella on the civics
I couldn't tell you a dog paid either

But I really want a Ducati so I put in the hours
And walk on over to the dealer
And I found the cars in there was a problem with this geezer
Got the keys in his apples
Well can I spin it screaming?

Got that all-stripe Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas type of lean that taking my time
I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

Bad boys and dope
White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
She doing line after line like she's writing rounds
I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind
Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on
14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone
Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron
Rather smilling like I won the fucking lottery homes
(Talking lottery homes)
Tires with the spikes on it in the 4-2
Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on 'em
My dogs hanging out the window
Yell as which, fuckin like in power
Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps
See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad bitch
Slap her booty with my palms
You can smoke the pussy, I was tapped down the walls
I'm motherfuckin' off

Son, swear these eyes tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs
See the lust stuck up in her eyes
Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?
Girl does she want it low?

This shit a crookedville so you'll never know
So we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit
Got a window ticket for showing banks to end of slots and the gas was finished
Q

Got that all-stripe Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas type of lean that taking my time
I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

Got that all-stripe Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas type of lean that taking my time
I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright