| Interstate? |
| * Interstate Hound, Forgiatto Wheels, Cadillac Grille
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| Bumpin my nigga Big Krit
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| Coming Down Smelling like Bond no. |
| 9 and a half a pound
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| That’s What I Do, I thought you knew
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| You’ve been informed, you been warned
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| Its up to you, whoever fit the shoe
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| Still a Chevy man through and through
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| But its something about that El Dorado coupe
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| And the way she moves
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| Baby blue my latest boo, lowriders yea i gotta few
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| But its just something different, you gotta sit in it
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| Custom machine im steering
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| Making that real (ryda?) *Make every arrival a grand appearance
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| Smoking some fire right outside the building
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| Chopping the game up for these ghetto children
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| Cold chillin, flowing like a polo linen
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| And i never ever thought i would get a Cadillac
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| Haven’t driven the Rolls since some days
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| I been Cadillacin' bumpin that UGK
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| Smoking gas in a real major way
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| On Wheels The Collective we been making plays
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| Legal trappin made it rich from rappin
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| My life the shit I had to just go and tell u how it happen
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| Over these beats, i know you hear them snares gettin at u
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| Like the rat-a-tat of assault rifles from project battles
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| Im sliding past u in a blast from the past, like super fast
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| Interior beyond cold, i swear to god its laid out like a condo
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| Im a let that one? |
| bro
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| And i never ever thought I’d get a Cadillac
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| But im highered up dippin in the Cadillac
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| Smokin one for my nigga big krit in the Cadillac
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| Eastside on the rise, keep the E in it, nigga we smoking weed in it
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| Laughing in the pictures, wouldn’t write about it if a nigga didn’t live it
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| Yea thats the difference. |
| yall act like some bitches |