Ride country boy swag

Jump into my ride, hitting every block,

Music on loud, smoking like a campfire.

This how we do ride, sitting on 22's,

Paint so wet, it could baptize you.

It's blackwill come ride with me through my city.

Country boyz swag

Windows cracked, city sweat dripping slow,

Concrete jungle where the wild dreams grow.

Heat rising off the hood, mirror chrome glow,

Engine growling deep, tiger pacing, let it show.

Jump into my ride, hitting every block,

Music on loud, smoking like a campfire.

This how we do ride, sitting on 22's,

Paint so wet, it could baptize you.

Steering wheel gripping like a vice on gold,

AC blasting, still the summer feels cold.

Hustlers on the corner, stories never told,

Headlights slicing through the streets so bold.

Tires kiss asphalt, sparks in the dark,

City symphony, engines hum like larks.

Jump into my ride, hitting every block,

Music on loud, smoking like a campfire.

This how we do ride, sitting on 22's,

Paint so wet, it could baptize you.

Rolling through the night, neon dreams ignite,

Pavement poetry under streetlamp light.

Cup full of something, dashboard’s bright,

In the rearview, life fades out of sight.

We stay 501 all day, swag