Imma hit the beat sound like a boss fight

Whip around the town yeah we run it all night

Child ina street staring at a stoplight

Baby imma hound yeah you got that right

That boy he a treesh and you know I'm not like

Got chromes on the ground headed to the jobsite

Whatever you need ring me like a hotline

And I wish I could be there at all times

Couldn't let go neither you're my shine

Odometer let's go ride

Tryna go deeper into this plotline

Got disco fever in my mind

Wearing all purp but I ain't no Saint

Roam this Earth tryna change my ways

Stones may hurt but the sticks gon break

Up until they burn into your face

Paint my shirt yeah turn it all Gray

Ain't tryna worry about my fate

Won't dig that dirt nor sit in that grave

Won't sit in that grave, won't sit in that grave

Two door coupe make the ass-end shake

When we pull through hear the ram intake

Tryna play cool that's a damn mistake

If I hear you that's a damn headache

In that new-new I accelerate

Teku tunes in this whip all day

Step outside and I felt the hate

I'm too fried from the mid-June haze