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