[Hook] Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors
[Verse 1: Big KRIT] I remember way back in the day All I wanted was a candy car with hella flakes Crushing hoes, slamming doors while the chassis shake From the sub, work the juice, bitch I want the bass Can’t be turning on a dime cuz the rims scrape Kill switches for them jackers outchea tryna take That’s my prized possession in recession kept me straight Clear my mind then recline on the runway, from Monday to Sunday Just me and my old school
[Hook] Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors
[Verse 2: Lil KeKe] I got the old school right on his toes and slamming doors Talking wood grain, mink on the floors and riding fo’s Chopping low, tip by slow, that’s how I go Still a Texas boy sitting on fo’s and breaking hoes The seats so sandy fine, all cash, fresh candy, homie branded wine Hold it down, H-town known to flip, feeling hood looking good With them boys out the sip, just let it dip Convertible, the burgundy red, get’s peeled off I’m more glass when I’m showing my ass for dirty south Don key, still OG, just like the smoke fool Riding 3 deep me and KRIT, plus the old school Just me and my old school
[Hook] Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors
[Verse 3: Slim Thug] I used to roll in my old school, listenin’ to slow grooves Head leaning back, had me feeling like a mac 7 mills dark black, I used to think I was goldie I see you shining balls on, that’s what my og’s told me And my old school so cool, roll like a new school Escalate motor come got it riding like a soldier Late nights blowing dojo, reminiscing bout the past And how now I got everything I wish I used to could have Finally clean in my old school
[Hook] Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors
[Outro] See it ain’t just a car, it ain’t just a whip It’s a time machine, it’s a spaceship, it’s precious You gotta take your time, you can’t be rubbing on them curves And hitting them potholes You gotta ride clean and ride slow Me and my old school
[Hook] Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors