Young boy you should drown in that alcohol
And if you're dialing 5-1-7 before you fucking call
I'm out the whole k2 to my fucking jobs
When waking up and getting cash was a fucking chore
Aluminum payed so we packing up the fucking car
Cold night's Tanqueray up in the fucking jar
Ride slide feel the ice upon the fucking road
White jeep
White trash
White fucking snow
I remember everything
Last last year was yesterday
Used to set up rupture funds
And make that money anyway
Then we knew how
They won't ever find out
How we did this things
That's just how it went down
Tables by the stack
Thumb tacks by the pack
Gasoline with the rag
It went way beyond the mat
Tables by the stack
Thumb tacks by the pack
Gasoline with the rag
It went way beyond the mat
Mom
