Lacville '79

Barely running and ripping

But still I'm flipping on fours

Be tripping on Devin

Devin don't be tripping on ****

They be talking 'bout

Oh, would you look at that ****

With no one respects your stipping

Drinking liquor, smoking swishers

And I go about forty-seven in a fifty-five

Fuel injected ****, we smoking but **** my **** times

I paint forward about nine times

Different mechanics

Too much of a job, some say they just couldn't handle it

I need some shocks on the back, I need some work on my brakes

My passenger side window sometimes it just don't wanna raise

I hear bumps and croaks, pings and ticks and dings

I got a hole in my muffler and other minor things

Like my electrical rearview mirror don't move like it supposed to

Even the objects in that mother***** need to be closer

I'm satisfied with my ride, I don't ask much

But people talk and they diss, they heckle and laugh but

I'm rolling, car not stolen

Probably never will be, it's much too old and

Smoking weed and feeling fine in my Lacville '79

I **** rolling gas running low but

I try to keep it white in the Vogue's like swollen

Hoping freaks will get inside of my Lacville '79

I got my tool box, got my booster cables and jack

I'll get where I'm going, two quarts of oil will get me back

I got a brand new radiator, rebuilt alternator

Detachable tape player but I gotta fix the fader

So I can have some music on this six-ten loop

Maybe fit in with the L Dawg's, Sedan's and Coupe's

Need to watch out for them laws

'Cause you know they gon' watch you

With their radar guns

Look like they shooting as they clock you

And the whole force know me

For years, they been scoping

They walk up to my car and be like

Hello, Mr. Copeland

Give us some of that weed you got

Sometimes they don't ask for it

They know where I keep it, they reach right under my dashboard

And that really blows my high

But hell, I got to keep pushing

Before I go home, wipe the **** off of my seat cushion

I was looking for a trade-in but they call my **** the bucket

Got back in that hoe and crank that up and said, f*** it

I'm rolling, car not stolen

Probably never will be, it's much too old and

Smoking weed and feeling fine in my Lacville '79

I'm rolling, gas running low but

I try to keep it white in the Vogue's like swollen

Hoping freaks will get inside of my Lacville '79

I got my hub cap shining and that **** reclining

The engine shakes a little 'cause I got to change the timing

And if you see me walking, I'm giving it a rest

She needs some new shoes and getting fitted for a dress

You know I love my baby

Hell, I call my baby, Curly

She got mad at me this morning, woke her up too early

Just to go across town over on Chimney Rock

Had to pick up a **** who wanted to give me the ****

I got over there real cool and picked her up all good

But halfway to the hotel smoke start coming up from the hood

Me and the b**** had to push

And she didn't even get mad at me

Figured out the problem, made her go steal me a battery

Now lavishly

I'm rolling, car not stolen

Probably never will be, it's much too old and

Smoking weed and feeling fine in my Lacville '79

I **** rolling gas running low but

I try to keep it white in the Vogue's like swollen

Hoping freaks will get inside of my Lacville '79

I'm rolling, car not stolen

Probably never will be, it's much too old and

Smoking weed and feeling fine in my Lacville '79

I **** rolling gas running low but

I try to keep it white in the Vogue's like swollen

Hoping freaks will get inside of my Lacville '79

Lacville '79

I'm rolling in my Lacville '79

I'm smoking in my Lacville '79

Getting dough in my Lacville '79

I can't get rid of my Lacville '79