Boxframe Cadillac ('83 DeVille Mix)

[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 [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 2: Z-Ro] Today I feel like rolling through the city So I guess that's what I'm gonna do Bitch you wanna ride, you gotta be a 20 You betta' if you a 10 then I don't want you And I want everybody to see me so I ride so slow Damn right that's what Ro gon' do 44 magnum pack a jacker put a cereal bullet hole on you I'm knock knock knocking on the truck like Jehovah's witnesses And I don't even know who bitch this is But everytime she come up for air she keep sayin' She wishin' her nigga had a dick this big Ho you betta' swallow every last Don't get none of that on my seats Baby thats a phantom my bad but pussy and titties And ass can't compete And there's something about when I drop my top It's like bustin' a nut And I wish a mutherfucker run up on me with that bullshit I'mma beat him up and I won’t spill my cup Homie I'm running on mayonnaise and mustard The 610 loop till the interstate Which one that don't matter add one of them motherfuckers Cause they can all take us to get the cake I remember my first car Canary yellow Cutlass With the brown door the drive by mobile I was eating in it sleeping in it living in it I woulda traded a mattress for my mobile But nowadays an oil change is a couple of stacks Fosgate mids in the middle, Fosgate highs in the front And big Fosgate bang in the back [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