Indy 500

Drivers, start your engines

This shit right here, damn near, might be my favorite

I been doing this a long time, way back in the basement

Took a bike ride, and the whole time, I just stared at the pavement

Spend a last ten, on a half gram, I think I'm gonna save it

Bitch who the fuck taught you to drive

Can you please do it slower cause you blowing my high (Goddamn)

Firework, 4th of July

Got my hand out the window and I'm watching it fly (Shh)

I put five in the tank and I still got gas

Twenty-five for the eighth and I still got cash

Pretty smile, little waist, but she still got

(Hahaha, you know)

I just had a good ass summer, everybody came home, everybody got together (Goddamn)

Flings on and off like the weather, just hit the plug got the same number (Goddamn, goddamn)

Tangerine in the sky, the drip don't lie, you should probably call the plumber (Brr)

Bitch, get your hands on the wheel, I ain't playing off the real, this ain't the Indy 500 (Skrurt, oh, shit, hahahaha)

Say I don't (I don't)

Want no (Want no)

No crusty hoe

You little crusty hoe, you oll dumbass hoe

Say I know (I know)

That I'm gon' (l'm gon)

Dust these hoes (Dust these hoes)

You ol' dusty hoe (Hahahaha)

I'ma have to skate pop shove it

Yeah my mom gon' hate it, and my dad gon' love it

And my ex gon' text and I'll probably say, "Fuck it"

Man, I'm home for the night, we should probably do sum'

I got no plans 'cause I already skipped two

She can bring her friends and one like Skip Lou

And that's where I'm a be, my bad, if I miss you

I just had a good ass summer, everybody came home, everybody got together

Flings on and off like the weather, I just hit the plug got the same number

Tangerine in the sky, the drip don't lie, you should probably call the plumber

Bitch, get your hands on the wheel, I ain't playing off the real, this ain't the Indy 500

I just had a good ass summer, everybody came home, everybody got together (Goddamn)

Flings on and off like the weather, I just hit the plug got the same number (Goddamn, goddamn)

Tangerine in the sky, the drip don't lie, you should probably call the plumber (Brr)

Bitch, get your hands on the wheel, I ain't playing off the real, this ain't the Indy 500