Cutlass lyrics

[Hook: x2]
My paint be drippin' wet I'm clean as Clorox
And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks
And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass, Cutlass

[Verse 1: E-40]
The roof of my roof's bald headed convertible top
What use is a old school if it ain't a drop
I got a zap of rock and a 5th of Ciroc
Teflon burner glove don't get molly-wopped
She liking on me she loving what she see
A big n*gga with style S.W.A.G
Every since a child had G.A.M.E
Backwards ass smile bet not f*ck with me
Electric dash electric glass electric everything
Highly carbureted dual exhaust camillion booger green
Fresh back from the car wash fresh back from a bathe
When the sun hits my paint it turns a different shade
I ain't got time to be bullsh*ttin' I got money on my agenda
I've been gettin bread since I came out of the placenta
Sevas in the summer time rallies in the winter
Side wood light skin big booty tender

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: B-Legit]
I keep them bands on deck my mans on a jet
Some soft up on the block in a duce cutty drop
I remember when I copped back in '88
I set em on some straights filled the trunk with fosgates
And since I'm movin weight you know I couldn't wait
Brought that motor out the crate then I taught it how to skate
We turnin figure eights half and whole cakes
We take em on a chase We ain't tryin to take the case
b*tches know I'm fly got that vocal tone
And when they see me they be askin what I'm smokin on
I tell em cookies b*tch you know I got that provolone
And you can call me on the under on my iPhone
You see me insides you know I keeps it stocked
And when I leave the block everybody stop and watch
You never know you might catch a sideshow
I lay that top back down and then I drive slow
[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Richie Rich]
b*tch this ain't my Bentley this my seven duce
TV deg W sevens press that big ole zeus
Matter fact I got a pair of those for dummies that means 2
My sh*t is clean as f*ck but when I brought it it was through
I took it off the frame b*tch this not a game
Got motor new suspension brand new everythang
Candy orange outside guts cocaine
Rims hella chromey see my face and my chain
New shoes on it 22's homie
And I would leave that b*tch at home if I was you homie
Cause I'm a swing it sideways and slap to the trap
Off Patron and a zone with the zap on my lap
Change my flow up fasho but never f*ck the dough up
In the city where prices go down but never go up
n*ggas see the Cutlass and they know it's the double
Flossin on that ass and you know you in trouble

[Hook x2]