White Walls (feat. ScHoolboy Q & Hollis)

I wanna be free, I wanna just live
 Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit
 Now throw it up (man, throw that up)
 That's what it is (that's what it is)
 In my C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, bitch (biatch)
 Can't see me through my tints (nuh-uh)
 I'm ridin' real slow (slow motion)
 In my paint, wet, drippin', shinnin', like my 24s (umbrella)
 I ain't got 24s (nuh-uh), but I'm on those Vogues (yeah)
 That's those big white walls, r-r-round them hundred spokes
 Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag
 I'm rollin' in that same whip that my granddad had
 Hello, haters, damn y'all mad
 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?
 I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
 Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
 I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky
 I shine, the city never looked so bright-bright
 Man, I'm loungin'
 In some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of (woo)
 Lookin' down from heaven like, damn, that's stylish
 Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage
 Can I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120
 Easy weavin' in and out of the traffic
 They cannot catch me, I'm smashin'
 I'm duckin', buckin' them out here
 I'm lookin' fuckin' fantasic, I am up in a classic
 Now I know what it's like under the city lights
 Ridin' into the night, drivin' over the bridge
 The same one we'd walk across as kids
 Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this
 Old school (old), old school (old)
 Candy paint (candy paint), two-seater (ow)
 Yeah, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics
 I couldn't tell you about paint either (ooh)
 But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours
 And rolled on over to the dealer
 And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer
 Got the keys in, as I was leavin' I started screamin'
 I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
 Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
 I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky
 I shine, the city never looked so bright-bright (yeah, uh)
 Backwoods and dope
 White hoes in the backseat snortin' coke
 She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes
 I had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind (oh-oh)
 Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on
 14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone
 Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron
 Drivin', smilin' like I won the fuckin' lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes)
 Uh (yeah), tires with the spokes on it (yeah), and the Vogues too (uh)
 Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on
 My dogs hangin' out the window
 Young as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball
 Tryna fuck em all, never park the whip
 See what's poppin' at the mall
 Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my palms
 You can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls
 I'm motherfuckin' awe-some
 Swear these sights 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?
 Or does she want it low?
 'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know
 So we cruise for minutes, my nigga, fuck the limit
 Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it
 Slice off when the gas is finished, Q
 Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
 Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
 I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky
 I shine, the city never looked so bright
 Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
 Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
 I'm rolling up that roof off, letting in sky
 I shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright