Rotation

Old school when I ride, forever sky high

Workin' wood wheel, when the sun outside

I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

Not a care in the world, me and my girl

Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl

I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

Now this could be one of those days

I chop on my blades, leave my worries behind

Just pretend that I'm paid

Do it big, do it large, on the boulevard

Get a sense of success, pushin' candy cars

I did some thangs for that Chevy, mayne

Restored the frame, blew the brains out on everything

I ain't ashamed, scooped my dame 'cause she down to roll

Since way before, don't touch my screens or my radio (Say what?)

She know the score

Old school when I ride, forever sky high

Workin' wood wheel, when the sun outside

I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

Not a care in the world, me and my girl

Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl

I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

Now this could be one of those days

Parlay and I ball, turning necks till they break, outside of the mall

Going in, going hard like a superstar

Break the bank, full tank take me super far

I swang and bang, sittin' heavy, mayne

Hoggin' lanes, candy paint never leave a stain

Let it rain, hydroplane but I'm ridin' slow

Eyes closed, Etta James keep me on my toes (Say what?)

Can't let her go

Old school when I ride, forever sky high

Workin' wood wheel, when the sun outside

I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

Not a care in the world, me and my girl

Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl

I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

The wheels on the slab go round and round, round and round, round and round

The wheels on the slab go round and round, round and round, round and round

The screens in the slab fall down and down, down and down, down and down

The screens in the slab fall down and down, down and down, down and down

Old school when I ride, forever sky high

Workin' wood wheel, when the sun outside

I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires

Not a care in the world, me and my girl

Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl

I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires