[Chorus]
Candy drippin'
on tha chevy
Caprice classic,
already
I do tha fool,
watch me clown,
it's that caprice musik
it goes down.
{Verse 1}
So fly not a wrinkle
hop up in the chevy,
work the wood like my single
dippin' and swervin',
me and loc, ya heard me,
spinnin' on the grove,
cocked up on 24's
heavy on the neck,
ya know me
so many chains on
i'm bout tah O.G.
350 what it is
I seen ya whip,
a lil advice, get big
I be stuntin' on dat a**
screens pop out the dash
beep, beep
who got the keys to the caprice?
Vroooooom,
450 engine is a beast,
pull up on about 25 freaks,
I play for keeps.
[Chorus] (2x)
Candy drippin'
on tha chevy
caprice classic,
already
I do tha fool,
watch me clown
it's that caprice musik,
it goes down.
{Verse 2}
Television wood wheel sunroof pushed back
take the boys to school
on these slabs I'ma class act,
one boppa, two boppa, three boppa, four,
walk up to the chevy when I let up the door,
sippin' and smokin',
pass that
take 5 puffs
then I pass it right back,
noise Mob protected,
T.B.G's up,
5 ta 3, B.I.G.,
d-d-double up
the gangs all here,
the leather on the chair,
ain't nobody flossin' like this I swear,
presidential tint,
bang in the trunk,
pistols everywhere,
got me f***ed up
nit drop the beat,
I lace the track,
I'ma fool wit it,
(fool wit it)
like Twista Black,
whip game vicious
my car look delicious
so much candy on the car
it's re-goddamn-diculous
[Chorus]
Candy drippin'
on tha chevy
caprice classic,
already
I do tha fool,
watch me clown
it's that caprice musik,
it goes down
{Bridge}
One Boppa,
two boopa,
three boppa,
four
One boppa,
two boppa,
three boppa,
four
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