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 and I think I'm gonna save it Bitch who the fuck taught you to drive? Can you please do it slower 'cause you're blowing my high (goddamn) Firework, fourth of July Got my hand out the window and I'm watching it fly 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 You know Ay, 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 Bitch get your hands on the wheel I ain't playing off the real, this ain't the Indy 500 Srrt, oh shit Say I don't, I don't, want no, want no No crusty hoe, you little crusty hoe, you old dumbass hoe Say I know, I know, that I'm gon', I'm gon' Dust these hoes, dust these hoes, you old dusty hoe I'ma have to skate pop shove it Yeah my mom gon' hate and it and my dad gon' love it And my ex gon' text and I'll probably say fuck it Mean I'm home for the night, we should probably do something, I got No plans cause I already skipped two She can bring her friends and one like skip lou And that's where I'ma be, my bad if I missed you Ay, 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 Ay, 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, brr damn 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