Cadillac

Fell in love with a Cadillac

Fell in love with a Cadillac

Trunk turn flip like a acrobat

I broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up with my foreign car

'And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up, broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Trunk turn flip like a acrobat

I broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up, broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Trunk turn flip like a acrobat

I woke up thinking foreign car

But the Cadillac got a **** sitting in a daze

24's hittin' switches, sitting sideways

Trae flipping through the hood like I'm running through a maze

Find me trunk up with the top back

One deep in the front, two freaks in the back

Haters mad at me 'cause I'm MVP stats

Better give me fifty feet 'cause I'm good with the gat

Good with the track like I'm good with the hands

Fifteen's banging like I'm battle of the bands

New Benz like send, they run up out of grand

And the trunk read Trae, so they know that I'm the man

Me, Paul Wall in a slab out of Texas

In a Cadillac, had to get rid of the Lexus

Rather be gangster tipping on something

With something in the clip, that'll get rid of the flexin'

I fell in love with my Coupe DeVille

It's on a switch, it's the truth for real

Scraping the back down these Southwest streets

Got a few teeth in the grill, loose for real

Big pumps, two to the front one to the back

One wheel in the air gliding like that

Three O-7, rebuilt without chrome

Hundred spoke Daytons with the two prones

Next week, I'm in something from the Lowrider book

I'ma show these motherfuckers how a lowrider look

Hit a switch on Boss will get your lowrider took

In '98 I use to be the lowrider crook

Fleetwoods, El-Dogs, Sedan DeVilles

When I ride, always equipped with handy steel

Cocked up on three and got 'em standing still

I'm in the attic, wondering when I'm gon' land and chill

Broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up, broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Trunk turn flip like a acrobat

I broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up, broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Trunk turn flip like a acrobat

I'm never staying focused, always smoking

Presidential kushing, always choking

****, I drank up all your purple

If I find out, that shit be potent

Mane, I get high, fuck that shit

Your baby mama out here sucking my dick

I'ma make her pay me that child support

I'm a pimp out here tryna make it rich

If you really wanna get high let me know

I'll tell CB, let you hit that blow

We can ride in the Cadillac way in the fucking back

Hitting all the spots just hogging that ho

Then take a lot of freaks to the Hotel room

System on blast, you can hear that boom

Mane, I'ma pop 'bout two three X

And drop my drawers and take this chewing

See in that M-Town, we snort that blow

Turn around mane and whip our hoes

Take me big gulp full of that drank

Now I'm high, don't know what to think

First I had 'em beating fast, now I got em knocking slow

Sniff a lil' more of this, sip a lil' more of that

Even down the middle, whoa

Closed up my foreign doors, opened up my American doors

'72 Sedan DeVille, 84's and twenty inch Vogues

Chandelier, hanging from the top

Fish tank, lit up in the glass box

But I had to put the toy fish in it

'Cause the real ones died from the kick box, bitch

Broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up, broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Trunk turn flip like a acrobat

I broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up, broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Trunk turn flip like a acrobat

Jay'Ton, pull up in a 'Lac cocked up

Twenty two inch chrome, bags popped up

Diamonds in our mouth, cash stocked up

Ice game sick so the game locked up

9-4 Fleetwood, headlights on

Fifth let back, but the trunk moved on

Flying through the hood with the six 12's on

Seal in the groove, super kush to the dome

Nineteen in the game, only love for my 'Lac

Never loving a dame, swings to the left

When I'm hulling the frame, trying to take mine

You'll be hugging a stain like I'm hugging the lane

Screw tape still on, drink in my cup

Everytime, that I roam

Roach ass hoes still calling my phone

Representing for the South, H-Town is my home

I'm a twenty four inch black, Fleetwood glider

Tipping the block, they love the way the drop sit wider

Lord knows haters mad when the left fly by ya

Call it what you want but the Lac stay way liver

Boppers all on my dick with the trunk up

Beating up the Boulevard with the beat pumped up

Hit a switch on the remote, the front jump up

Run up on the slab roam that'll get you lumped up

Hopping out looking like do's, got threw on backwards

Throwed wardrobe by my bed son of a bastard

When it come to Cadillacs Trae got that mastered

And the game that I got way flyer than NASA

Me and Three 6 representing for the drank sippers

Iced out grills and the wood grain grippers

'84 swings and the late-night tippers

Riding for the hood Cadillac tight whippers

I got that candy red with extra gloss

Heads turn when they see me floss

Scooped up Trae on a sunny day

Holla at Jay'Ton and my boy Lil' Boss

Trunk to stay popping and hoes stay bopping

'Cause the swingers poking and the blades stay chopping

Beat the case but the FEDs still watching

In the Fed-Ex truck right down the street plotting

Dropped the top if the sun on shine

Sipping on some potent puffing on pine

Slow, loud and bangin' in a candy slab line

Down here in H-Town it go down

Old school Chevys and throwback Lacs

Swingers and Vogues with a trunk that crack

This how it goes down here in the 3rd Coast

Houston Texas at the bottom of the map, baby

Broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up, broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Trunk turn flip like a acrobat

I broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Broke up, broke up with my foreign car

And fell in love with a Cadillac

Trunk turn flip like a acrobat