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(Intro)

[1st guy]: Whats up dirty? What size them rims you got there?

[2nd guy]: Man, These 16's I'm working with, man

[1st guy]: 16's?

[2nd guy]: Yeah man, they look good don't it?

[1st guy]: Naw, they don't. You need to upgrade this shit, nigga

[2nd guy]: Nigga, what size is you working with?!


(Hook) x 2

Y'all ride 18's, We ride 26's

Big truck, Big wheels, rollin ova ditches

Crome rims, loud pipes, heated like a kitchen

Ice chain, Ice watch, gettin at these bitches


(Chingy) Verse 1:

I'm the wrong balla to flex with

Diamond stud earings and neckless

And my truck on 26's driving reckless

Got a pound yep and on my way to Texas

Yep I'm on there throwing up my set shit

Spinners with the color trim, hoe's breathless

Paint shinning bright like morning breakfast

Once I slide up in the party pull the best fits

Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant

Run game on a trick like check this

She seen the atm recipt and got wet shit

She in a Lexus told her park her whip

270, I'm bout to exit

I can bet a grip she work her hands and lips

Like a porno star who cares if her man a trip

I can handle it, its so scandalous


(Hook) x 2

Y'all ride 18's, We ride 26's

Big truck, Big wheels, rollin ova ditches

Crome rims, loud pipes, heated like a kitchen

Ice chain, Ice watch, gettin at these bitches


(Lil' Wayne) Verse 2:

I got them thing conpocky on a rubberband skinny

Shit, I pull up laughing at another man 20's, Ha!

Yep the younger man, I run the damn city

I gotta pocket fulla hundreds, 50's rubberband 20's, haha.

Peep the shoes, these is huge

I'm probably on the service road, nigga speeding in cruise

Damn, I bleed and bruise of reaching fools

So dont reach

You aint talking bout money then dont speak

Dont preach church, Don Wan taught me that

The bitches had me gone but the money brought me back

I'm seeing crome and I do them runs flat

President tent front back

Man, I wish them old b-p's come back but I roll on 'em

Hundred spoke big D's tripple gold homie

No homie my rims aint twizzles

But dont get it twisted them is 26's


(Hook) x 2

Y'all ride 18's, We ride 26's

Big truck, Big wheels, rollin ova ditches

Crome rims, loud pipes, heated like a kitchen

Ice chain, Ice watch, gettin at these bitches


(verse3) (chingy)

VROOM-, VROOM-, Hurr me start it up

Let the Louis Vuitton interior soak plus

With the red piping

Got two hoe's dyking

Dirty try to jack me, Yes I'll bust

Got cars and trucks

All type of stuff

And a H3T if that aint enough

Bout to hit the park with a 12 pack getting drunk

Haters breaking they neck cuz they know whats up

I'm posted up with four toasters bra

Test me faggot, if you think im a joke to ya

All my cats ride big in the Lou' ya know

Should be against the law the way I floss sew me hoe

B-A-L-L-A me

Giovanni keep these walls going crazy

Big baby I'm the same G

Add another tray to that 23 cuz


(Hook) x 2

Y'all ride 18's, We ride 26's

Big truck, Big wheels, rollin ova ditches

Crome rims, loud pipes, heated like a kitchen

Ice chain, Ice watch, gettin at these bitches







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