24's

CHORUS:


Twenty twenty four's on everything
candy painted money green (repeat three times)


VERSE 1
STEPREADY


Now if you're riding on them grown rims- let me see you holla, on then caddy's, on them chargers, on them chevys with the spoilers.
Got me riding high – can't complain- n----'s want the same thang, get brain,smoke brain- heel naw won't change.
Head nod- won't speak- gorilla in the back seat,
tipping corners now you wanna roll with a playa don't cha.
Shiny rims wood grain cherry oak wood grain,
standing tall spit game twenty for the Gucci chain.
Notta for the loving mane, different day same hang,
gotta get your pimpin' on – bank account full grown.
Stay strong- stay long- wild out stand strong,
up grade twenty fours- Lamborghini style doors.
Can't complain- what you want – king kong in the trunk,
chevy riders stand up rep good- smoke good.
Paint dripping, cup sippin, twenty fours still trippin,
hood rippin, bass hard, South Click still hard.


REPEAT CHOURS TWICE


VERSE 2
DEADMAN RASHAUN


Now is you trill or is you fake, is real or is you lame,
break yourself the 24's straight racking up you brain.
Caprice classic candy paint-wet it out girl ain't it stank,
smoke dat wood lets smoke that dank break em off on the seat
you think you ain't.
Let me get that shine watch en let it bling,

gotcha haters hating hard playa what you think,
24's pulling them trill chicks, stick em watch em,
handle your business.
Then cubic inches rumblin hard under the wood mane,
trees burning fog settling on the wood grain.
What you know bout getting you cutting them dames,
now what you know about getting up and spitting them flames.
South Click from Spartanburg- Sumter to Chuck town,
you can see them rims spinning, you ain't got em outta luck pal.
Man at the park playin ball ladies chillin,
every trunk got that bass bumping hard straight illing.
Got that crown and that budlight – twisting that bud tight,
keep them rims bright candy dripping what you like.


REPEAT CHORUS TWICE


VERSE 3
DERF DA JUGGANOTT


Damn right got them sitting on them 24's
suburban '08 baby- bass drop it low.
I ain't that flashy type-but when I come out,
I get em, my stunner blow your mind- the right way I hit em.
Gold weight around my neck-ruby studded chain, fresh timbs, vandle on sharp mane.
I don't ride 22's got my women with me,
sitting high – 24's getting dough you fell me.
Take em to the car show- yea you know I'm hosting,
'77 Cadillac pearl whit with the disco ball light.
Sitting high cause imma king,
not because of what I got its my personality.
Riding big that's what's up homie- do tha damn thang, ain't no time for hatin playa-got to much money in the bank.
Get your stacks right- do you cause imma do me,
bump this in your trunk-riding high sitting clean.


REPEAT CHORUS TWICE