500 Horses Songtext / Lyric

I walk in my garage (yeah boy)

I got a lot of choices (yeah boy)

Should I ride the Benz

Or should I ride the Porsche

Ima ride the slab, cause it match my Air Forces

I need to build a stable, to hold all of my horses (yeah boy)

I got 455, imagine having two

Yeah, this is how it feels ridin' 500 horses

I can't hear the music, the pipe's too noisy

This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses

High speed chase twelve(?) can't catch me

Five hundred horses, that's a stampede

Young, rich, and thuggin' plus the whole hood?

Pullin' off the lot lookin' like I push big block

'69 Camaro 396 big block

All original interior I like my shit stock

I'm the way to MLK I gotta make a pit stop

Pull up to the rim shop flip flop, swag it out

Porsche truck super sport, take it to my partner's house

Four cups of that ocean spray, lookin like a tidal wave

No leans? check out what the title say

Harley Davidson truck pullin' up I got the right of way

Perforated leather smell like? in night or day

Connected all over the place, 52 United States

?, kiss my ass,? license plate

I walk in my garage, I got a lot of choices

Should I ride the Benz, or should I ride the Porsche?

Ima ride the slab, cause it match my Air Forces

I need to build a stable to hold all of my horses

I got 455, imagine havin' two, yeah

This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses

I can't hear the music, the pipe's too noisy

This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses

I got 500 horses, the whip got me giddyup

Where your top go? Man I had to get rid of her

Take your shoes off baby doll before you sit in here

Boom, then we gone, bout 150 m-p-h

Pullin out the old school, just so I can see 'em hate

Runnin through the city lights, watchin' for the city cops

Got these people breakin they neck to see my diddy bop

Could've had the 'maro but I'm always in the Challengers

10 stacks to race, do I have any challengers?

Wet like a?, 500 horses, that's 500 W's, I'm rackin' up on pink slips

You can tell them little ponies I got 500 horses

And when it come to hoes I got like 500 choices

beat turned up loud

Lean in my cup

, yeah the kush bag loud

Ran up my check, old school back in the shop again

Call momma candy tell 'em go back in my block again

Ooh, look I'm peelin out, lookin' like a star

Hit the club racked up, I might just buy the bar

Turbo twin pipe, hit the gas I'm on that fast shit

Money, money, money, money, all about that cash shit

Old schools, new schools, Lambos, Porsches

This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses