[Verse 1: Jaywop]
When I slide in she grip my skin
I guess I know how she feel
Hot as hell, windows foggy, keep it down, people near
Slow your roll, froze when I backstroke
Look at all your tats as your back poke
Shit is really real when [?]
Push your driver's seat to the steerin' wheel, whoa
Eyes open, mind closed, keep it goin', fast, slow
Cadillac, sittin' low, tinted windows, they don't know
Won't you show me somethin' different? I know you got it, baby
I'ma start up this ignition and we gon' ride, baby

[Interlude]
You are tuned in to Candlewax & Cadillacs
Where the sway sheets are always laid the smoothest, darlin'
Brought to you by JV and us Crxssroad boys
Somethin' to groove to

[Verse 2: Chris Patrick]
(Whoa)
When I saw that [?]
Throw that thing for a ***** likе a pitcher, I'm tryna score
Brought they shit, wе outside the store
Drop step in the boss like a marble ore
She like, "Have you done this before?"
Baby, I'm a [?] connoisseur
The way I'm finna hit leave you kinda sore
Tryna run in deep like [?]
Calm composure while I stroke you
I see that surge in your eyes
Ain't even worried 'bout gettin' us caught
And you mostly concerned with the ride
Watch her reverse it while she surf it when I put it in drive
Fuck you 'til you burst all on my seats
I'm glad you made it through, spark up the 'jay with you
Ask me to stay with you, I'ma decline
I got someplace to move, money to make
You knew I had some things to do, you gotta slide

[Outro: Both]
Whoa, new paint, sit low, this shit ride
Dark tint, window, get inside
New paint, sit low, this shit ride
Dark tint, window, get inside
New paint, sit low, this shit ride
Dark tint, window, get inside
New paint, sit low, this shit ride
Dark tint, window, we outside