| Now usually I talk about that Cadillac on vogues |
| But today it’s all about Monte Carlo, propped up on lows |
| I set it out, I set it out, I set it out for sure |
| I keep it cooler than a polar bear’s toes |
| You better hop before I close that door |
| Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 |
| There he go again talking 'bout that candy paint |
| Slabbin' out, working wheel in the daytime |
| Don’t settle for the trap, hi-hats and the clap |
| Bih', what you know about that bass line |
| Big booming, slip the lever |
| Haters grip for the backseat of the car like a fallen star |
| All these screens of light, I can charge at night |
| Ladies drink for free when they' at the bar |
| Pull up, barely stood up, high five |
| With every old school player tippin' in the lot |
| With a couple pretty things on they' shoulders |
| Then they told her «Krizzle gotta give 'em what you got» |
| So I kill 'em with the low, door |
| Grippin that wheel |
| They like «What happened to the lac?» |
| I tell 'em 'bout these 'los |
| Now usually I talk about that Cadillac on vogues |
| But today it’s all about Monte Carlo, propped up on lows |
| I set it out, I set it out, I set it out for sure |
| I keep it cooler than a polar bear’s toes |
| You better hop before I close that door |
| Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 |
| Dynamic, panoramic |
| I ain’t seen the roof since you seen mine |
| Forgiato, paint melado |
| When you seen me, shawty you seen shine |
| Glass house, I put the ass out |
| When I roll supreme, I call it creepin' clean |
| I hit the gas on the low when I’m on the scene |
| Ya I be bangin' on them neighbors with the 15's when I vroom |
| Candy paint on the fleet |
| 6 deep with the slab, ballin' in these street |
| Pull up on the curb what the fuck, what you heard? |
| I swang and I swerve, I’m swangin' for keeps |
| That’s that old school flow |
| Should’ve been knocking down doors |
| Grippin' that wheel |
| They like «What happened to the lac?» |
| I tell 'em 'bout these 'los |
| Now usually I talk about that Cadillac on vogues |
| But today it’s all about Monte Carlo, propped up on lows |
| I set it out, I set it out, I set it out for sure |
| I keep it cooler than a polar bear’s toes |
| You better hop before I close that door |
| Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 |
| 86 kill like that right there |
| Creep up slow like that right there |
| Monte Carlo like that right there |
| Yeen seen nothing like that right there |
| 86 kill like that right there |
| Creep up slow like that right there |
| Monte Carlo like that right there |
| Yeen seen nothing like that right there |
| Now usually I talk about that Cadillac on vogues |
| But today it’s all about Monte Carlo, propped up on lows |
| I set it out, I set it out, I set it out for sure |
| I keep it cooler than a polar bear’s toes |
| You better hop before I close that door |
| Kill 'em KRIT, 86, 86 |