White Walls Lyrics - The Heist - Ryan Lewis

I wanna be free, I wanna just live 

Inside my Cadillac, That is my shit 

And I throw it up (I 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 (Nah ah) 

I'm riding real slow (slow motion) 

In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24's (Umbrella) 

I ain't got 24's (No oh) 

But I'm on those Vogues 

That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes 

Old school like old English in that brown paper bag 

I'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had 

Hello haters, Damn y'all mad 

30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that? 

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I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive 

Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time 

I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky 

I shine, the city never looked so bright 

Man I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of 

Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish 

Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage 

Can I hit the freeway? I'm legally going 120 

Easy weaving in and out of the traffic 

They cannot catch me, I'm smashing 

I'm ducking bucking them out here 

I'm like go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classic 

Now I know what it's like under the city lights 

Riding into the night, driving over the bridge 

The same one we walked across as kids 

Knew I'd have a whippin' but never one like this 

Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater 

Yea, I'm from Seattle, There's hella Honda Civics 

I couldn't tell you about paint either 

But I really want a Ducati so I put in the hours 

And roll on over to the dealer 

And I found the car, junior, problem with this geezer 

Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming 

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I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive 

Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time 

I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky 

I shine, the city never looked so bright 

Backwoods and dope 

White hoes in the backseat snorting coke 

She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes 

I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind 

Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on 

14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone 

Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron 

Rather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes 

(Fuckin' lottery homes) 

Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2 

Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on 'em 

My dogs hanging out the window 

Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball 

Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps 

See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad bitch 

Slap her booty with my palms, you can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls 

I'm motherfuckin' off 

Son, swear these eyes 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? This shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know 

So we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit 

Got a window tinted for showing gangstas 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 blowin' 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 blowin' that roof off, letting in sky 

I shine, the city never looked so bright