Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Schoolboy Q, Hollis - White Walls lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Schoolboy Q, Hollis - White Walls lyrics]
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-IL-L-A-C, bitch (Biatch)
Can't see me through my tints (Nuh uh)
I'm riding real slow (Slow motion)
In my paint, wet, drippin'
Shinin' 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
Man, I'm loungin' in some shit Bernie Mac
Would've been proud of
Lookin' down from heaven like
Damn that's stylish
Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? 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' fantastic
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 school
Candy paint, two-seater
Yeah, I'm from Seattle
There's hella Honda Civics
I couldn't tell you about paint either
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
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
Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on
14, I stole his keys
Me and my niggas was gone
Stealing portions of his liquor
Water in his Patron
Drivin', smilin' like I won
The fucking lottery homes
(Fuckin' lottery homes)
Tires with the spokes on it
And the Vogues too 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 paw
You can smoke the pussy
I was tearin' down the walls
I'm motherfuckin' awe-
-some, swear these sights tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steerin' 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
Slide 'til 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 that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so
Looked so bright
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-IL-L-A-C, bitch (Biatch)
Can't see me through my tints (Nuh uh)
I'm riding real slow (Slow motion)
In my paint, wet, drippin'
Shinin' 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
Man, I'm loungin' in some shit Bernie Mac
Would've been proud of
Lookin' down from heaven like
Damn that's stylish
Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? 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' fantastic
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 school
Candy paint, two-seater
Yeah, I'm from Seattle
There's hella Honda Civics
I couldn't tell you about paint either
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
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
Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on
14, I stole his keys
Me and my niggas was gone
Stealing portions of his liquor
Water in his Patron
Drivin', smilin' like I won
The fucking lottery homes
(Fuckin' lottery homes)
Tires with the spokes on it
And the Vogues too 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 paw
You can smoke the pussy
I was tearin' down the walls
I'm motherfuckin' awe-
-some, swear these sights tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steerin' 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
Slide 'til 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 that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so
Looked so bright