White Walls - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ft ScHoolboy Q and Hollis (lyrics) I wanna be free I wanna just live Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit Now throw it up (I throw that up) That\u0027s what it is (that\u0027s what it is) In my C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, bitch (biatch) Can\u0027t see me through my tints (nah ah) I\u0027m riding real slow (slow motion) And my paint wet, dripping, shining like my 24s (umbrella) I don\u0027t got 24s (nuh-uh) But I\u0027m on those Vogues That\u0027s those big white walls, round them hundred spokes Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag I\u0027m rolling in that same whip that my granddad had Hello haters, damn y\u0027all mad 30K on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that? I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I\u0027m rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Man, I\u0027m lounging In some shit Bernie Mac would\u0027ve been proud of Looking down from heaven like damn that\u0027s stylish Smilin\u0027, don\u0027t pay attention to the mileage Can I hit the freeway? Illegally going a hundred and twenty Easy weaving in and out of the traffic They cannot catch me, I\u0027m smashing I\u0027m ducking, bucking them out here I\u0027m looking fucking fantastic, I am up in a classic Now I know what it\u0027s like under the city lights Riding into the night, driving over the bridge The same one we walked across as kids Knew I\u0027d have a whip, but never one like this Old school, old school, candy paint, two seater Yea, I\u0027m from Seattle, there\u0027s hella Honda Civics I couldn\u0027t tell you about paint either But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours And rolled up over to the dealer And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer Got the keys in as I was leaving I started screaming I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I\u0027m rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Backwoods and dope White hoes in the backseat snortin\u0027 coke She doing line after line like she\u0027s writing rhymes I had her inhalin\u0027 my love, tryna blow her mind Cadillac pimpin\u0027, my uncle was on 14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone Stealing portions of his liquor, water in his Patron Driving smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes (Fuckin\u0027 lottery homes) Tires with the spokes on it, and the Vogues too Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin\u0027 the buns all on My dogs hanging out the window Young as whoosh, fucking like we ball Tryna fuck \u0027em all Never park the whip, see what\u0027s poppin\u0027 at the mall Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my paw You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls I\u0027m motherfuckin\u0027 awe some Swear these sights tryna hypnotize Grip the leather steering wheel way I grip the thighs See the lust stuck up in her eyes Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke? Or does she want it low? \u0027Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you never know So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it Slide \u0027til the gas is finished, Q Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I\u0027m rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I\u0027m rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright