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[Intro] {*car engine starting up*} [Chorus: Black Milk] Yeah! (Zoom) Turn it up, 'til it rattle the trunk (Zoom) Volume up, from the cars to the trucks (Zoom) Let me take you on this ride, buckle up (Zoom) Gorillas coming through, so knuckle up, yeah (Zoom) Turn it up, 'til it rattle the trunk, uh (Zoom) Volume up, from the cars to the trucks (Zoom) Let me take you on this ride, buckle up (Zoom) Gorillas coming through, so knuckle up, nigga [Verse 1: T3] Yeah, catch me in the tank with the rims spinnin' Spinners, sorta looking like it's windmillin' And yeah, catch me in the Jag, boy, it's so easy See me, T-3eezy, with 3 TV's Pop chammy in the car, boy, that black Mustang See the velvet on the rug, yeah, that's woodgrain It's {*static*} Keep it bumpin' 'til the freaks come out And when the freaks come out, I put the dick in they mouths And we gon' do this regardless The check got us watch-donned, the ice is flawless Yeah, it's I and Jason Catch us at the live, boy, pussy chasin' In the ride, chick, we hop, they look We roll Hot Wheels, ya'll hop on foot Now get it out [Verse 2: Phat Kat] Uh, Phat Kat A.K.A. Ronnie Cash Detroit finest, 1st Down, quick to blast Corny motherfuckers steady comin' in last At the finish line, rollin' some grass, palmin' some [ass] Toastin' the glass You corny niggas is hoes Who the fuck made ya'll wanna get aggressive with flows? Niggas is soft like Pillsbury Crescent Rolls Numbers in my bank account accrues commas and decimals Who knows? Dos, tres, quatro?! Ronnie Cash, comin' through, killin' [niggas] that's not chose Detroit finest, you know the click, we keep it hot, bro Same niggas off in your show, Ben Stillers Speak the truth, so my fans ain't got no choice but to feel it Niggas on these streets with guns, acting tough Same cocksuckers go to jail and get [fucked] Feelin' lucky, duck? Step up, press your luck Fuckin' wit me? You're guaranteed to stay there Lil' faggot ass fixin' up so you can stay there [Chorus: Black Milk] Yeah! (Zoom) Turn it up, 'til it rattle the trunk (Zoom) Volume up, from the cars to the trucks (Zoom) Let me take you on this ride, buckle up (Zoom) Gorillas coming through, so knuckle up, yeah (Zoom) Turn it up, 'til it rattle the trunk, uh (Zoom) Volume up, from the cars to the trucks (Zoom) Let me take you on this ride, buckle up (Zoom) Gorillas coming through, so knuckle up, nigga [Verse 3: Elzhi] I grip wood Benz at a car show Might be a little nigga, don't make me hit ya, boi I'll knock the wind out Chicago You love it when I'm kickin' the verse You know I ripped it Like my fingerprints was on the spittin' clip when it burst To make them hollows scream I deal with my inner demons More than a hood deal with 'em outside on Halloween But you don't know nothin' about that The mouth that get your mouth smacked So hard, you fall off guard, 'til you bounce back Of course, we spinner-ridin' through your blocks' ground We got it locked down like two dreads intertwining [Outro] (Zoom) (Zoom) (Zoom) {*car peels out*}