[Verse 1: Shadow Ramirez]

You got g's maan please

I'm overseas

I got the beats to keep you blowin on trees

Keep them hoes on they knees

I'm as cold as Mr. Freeze

Makin music in this game

Like flippin coke into ki's

Everyday is the same when I'm rollin on chop

Got a cop on my left so I'm ridin non-stop

Till I die

I'ma win

See it's time to make ends

Thinkin bout how I'ma make it so I'm sittin on rims

20 inches on chop

Hit the scene on the lean

Burban clean

6 screens

Biscuit tucked at the seams

Make my dreams so real

Plot to make a mil

Let these hatas know the way a playa really fells

When I'm rollin

SHIT!!!

I'm never gonna quit

Bout to hit the switch

So I can dip on the strip

Pull in sideways than I cock it on 3

Everybody stop and stare cause they all wanna see how we



[Chorus: Shadow Ramirez and SPM]

[Shadow]

I'm rollin

Rollin on chop

I'm bout to drop the top

I'm fresh off the lot

I'm rollin

Rollin on chop

[SPM]

17 in a 7 7 Seville

[Shadow]

I'm rollin

Rollin on chop

I'm bout to drop the top

I'm fresh off the lot

I'm rollin

Rollin on chop

[SPM]

Smoke gray

Gold trim

Big Daddy Grimm



[Verse 2: Grimm and SPM]

Left

Right

Than front to back

Fresh off the lot in my Cadillac

[SPM]

Done hit this spot Grimm

Where we goin next?

[Grimm]

Let's flip to the club and try to find some sex

See when I'm rollin in my ride

With my homie on my side

Got 2 sweets rolled

And I'm bout to touch the sky

High so high

Like my boy Carlos Coy

[SPM]

Maan!-ac