Ride Out

What is this, Ringling Brothers, I'm about to clown
Armor All, Down, six feet from the ground
The steez off the charts, the swag off the calendar
Rolled up looking like the space shuttle challenger

Painted all lavender, arm grabbing you
I better catch you in the island like J.D. Salinger
Think about that, thank about that
Yeah, think about that, this my fucking soundtrack

Ride out, crank the wheel
Ride out
Ride out, crank the wheel
Ride out

Call me gray ghost, crispy like toast
Blowing through the red light, keep it pretty close
Mash chanelly, no breaks
You all peanut butter and jelly, all fake

I'm in the A section, skid through the intersection
If your girl had a dick she'd have an erection
Raw, correction, sick, infection
Won't see me coming like I used protection

Ride out, crank the wheel
Ride out
Ride out, crank the wheel
Ride out

Sun going down, people lining up
Cars riding slow, we fly, wheels up
Jack Daniel's, beat the pussy 'til it yells
I know you hungry, bitch, you can get it on sale

I'm ice cold in that box with the lift kit
I'm freezing to death, drill bit
Real shit, it's not a game
You just left, I just came

Ride out, crank the wheel
Ride out
Ride out, crank the wheel
Ride out