[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]
I'm coming down, ay, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, nigga, fuck what these hoes saying
I'm coming down, ay, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
[Verse 1: Big Kuntry King]
I'm coming down in the old school, candy look quite exelant
Bitches stop and stare like they possessed by the exersist
If I let them in, I bet they never wanna exit it
They see the rival of the skidem, rollin' on them peppermints
I got them higher than the lead singer from The Parliaments
Skatin' in the monster ride, muscle car so masculan
Hoes don't fall in my lap, my pimpin ain't no accsedent
They ask for this, when the blue their eyes to the limo tip
I'm on the highway dippin' in a 7 Michael Vick ini
I'm in a ridin', swervin' in your car, I'm bairly missing it
Turning up that Isaac Haze, smoking on that purple haze
So foggy up in the ride, can't even see if it's night or day
But right away, bitches feel of bill between each other lays
Nipple, nipple, nipples as they stroke each other handface
Hotel I'm on my way, fuck faces what we exchange
Just another episode of the Heavy Chevy, mane
[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]
I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
[Verse 2: C-Rod]
I'm coming down, blowing swisher sweet, 91 'Lac with the wood in the bee
20 inch Daytons bull a tip of my feet and a big 44 with a scope and a beam
Mix the dro with the lean, put your hoe on the Benz, pull up on the scene, being down with the king
I owe the hoe's juice, if you know what I mean, cause the mug so mean and the paint so clean
Only joined the team, you should 'bout me, hoes come last and they worry 'bout me
You see this candy Fleet with these clown feet, it be drippin' paint all across the street
I leave the trill everywhere I go, they can tell it's me by the smell of the smoke
Coming down to the Simpson Road, see me shinin' from a distance, hoe
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Come on
Is this Chevelle Super Sport with the 454's, you see a 22 inches slip up out off the floor
And my tires burn rubber when I stop it and go, hit the gas and my pie style hotter than hoes
Looking under leather seats like watching a snow, tell a hoe to wash her hands 'fore she open the door
You used to dealing with them lames, but I'm the opposite though, still I makin' mama take up in the college before
7 days in the A you can seeing them, on chrome with Dro, K.T. and them
6 Chevys in a row, wet paint up high, that must be the PSC and them
You know T.I., Dolla DP and them, Mac, AK, Kuntry, C and them
Far away from Atlanta, hoppin' out of the Phantom, Puff, Nelly, Pharrell, Jay-Z and them
[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]
I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
[Verse 4: Mac Boney]
I'm coming down like an avalanche, ridin' in the Avalanche
Hoes dropping it off, give it up, so they can have a chance
Speedometer lute, who would've knew?, I'm switching my paint out from cherry to blue
Niggas from here gon' do what we do, 26 tall or a short 22
My Chevy's a legend, shawty, don't test it, think about all of them bread I invested
Audio, video, engine suspension, buckin' so paint just to keep women looking
I'm hookin' the right, swangin' the left, beatin' the block down all by myself
Drinkin' alone, smokin' alone, dare on the phone, just rollin' alone
And I'm singin' my song, "Give me that pussy", I think it was made by Webbie and Boosie
Choppin' the block, touch a blue on my rims, don't be touch on my radio, touch on my dick
You say that you want it, go act like it then, my rims ain't spinnin', that shit played out
Cap a seats in the Fleet, man, that thang layed out, no tech on that wanna could've thang stay out
What's command no hands, you ain't feeling what I'm saying, I can roll up the blunt and rub on that ass
And it hurts so bad, cause you already know, I'm for real 'bout the cars and the money and the hoes
When you see me bottom low in the cut tryna score, ain't no tellin' who be watchin' trynna peep wallow
And I creep real slow, sittin' tall in the 'Lac, get your hoes out the car, make 'em ride with a Mac
[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]
I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
