El Camino (feat. Mary Gold)

And we roll up in the El Camino

Cruisin down south in the El Camino

Light one up in the El Camino

And we roll up in the El Camino

So as we ridin' by

So as we ridin' by

So as we ridin' by

Uh, mama please, twist the trees

While I get dressed and look for car keys

Start to crank V8, 350 quickly in the breeze like pilin'

Got yo allergies wildin'

Sneeze cus a nigga so cold when he roll

Forgiato, 3 piece gold

Not everybody to do it, not everybody that’s fluent

And that money talk, Spitta a killa

I should write these lyrics in crime scene chalk

Now take a walk on the side where the jets reside

Stay high, stay fly, always ready to ride

Ice cream paint job, smellin' like weed on the inside

No question, Chevrolet my obsession

Every month I gotta get one, this check will cop my next one

Corvette selection, Monte Carlo collection

But that El Camino classic perfection

Bitches always lookin' in his direction