[Verse 1: Sam Lachow] Yeah, uh, yeah Possi party, the parties poppin' let's rock somebody My car's driving, the windows cracked and my hair is flyin' Uh-oh cokes around five Feel the buzz then we get a bump, bump for the road Purp might bleed from the eyes No nap but gonna sleep but when I die I hit up my roomies tell my roomies I'm dumb Them gin and tonics got my stomach needing too many tums The birds chirpin' This the time my neighbors usually runnin' And I'm like fuck it time to mob I'm hittin' my uncle Rob It's kind of hard when the sun is shining to hold a meeting Beeba's jumping, Isaiah's laughing, and Coleman's sleeping Sol what up, coffee shop pimpin' Hear our song we're like shut up Like everybody shut up Real talk I got my windows down Seattle summer been burnin' for bout like three months now Global warming whatever I'm probably 'bout to die when I'm thirty I fucked two flirties last night Now I don't even feel dirty Lachow
[Verse 1: Brothers From Another] I call shotgun til infinity Always in the front Look at all this energy Swear we're glowing up Wanna do a show, just call me We'll get it poppin' Rocks up in the road I might ollie, I'm otto rocket I'm always up in the pocket They kind of feel like Impala I'm ridin' on autopilot My automotive have mileage Like somewhere like two hundred thousand Needed something cheap to keep the windows down in Hand up out the window while the other one is steering Call it my career cause it ain't gotta ceiling I just hit my engineer Think we got the feeling Of a sunny ass day pushin' German engineering What up
[Chorus] I got my droptop back with my hand hanging out Got my droptop back with my hand hanging out I got my droptop back with my hand hanging out Wooh re-real talk I got my windows down
[Verse 2: Sol] We could hit the beach We could hit the pool We could hit the park, take a mushroom or two two Think I'm trippin' out Ain't that bout a bitch If I hold my breath bet the record won't spin Feel like the game gon' change Soon as my city goes global Bet your girl gonna cum Even when you don't come over Too many rappers on the song for her to gain her composure Can't get better weather Can't get harder to stay sober Rollin solo dolo never I got my crew together Brothers From Another, Sammy, and my cousin Nima Young boy roll that tree up I kick your ass at Fifa This the summertime find yourself a mamacita She lives in my lap Top back top me off Praise your jaw like the rasta god I feel like Prince's dirty mind is just a part of Sol And my feature's always dirty like Kanye songs
[Verse 2: [?]] I never know what time it is Guess I'll buy some brews The homies running game so I threw the alley-oop There's some chicks that I've been crushing on since 1992 And the summer's finally here so that we can make some moves ah-ah She keep it poppin' I'm awesome I'll make it jumping Drop the top back down and get that 808 thumpin' Like, from Seattle but my hat's bright blue And it only say Dodgers cause it matched my shoes ah-ah On the scene but a mami lookin' meaner Fly mamacita anything for Selena I can probably say something like I'll always be there But right now the moment's perfect with the wind in your hair Are you here, right here A moment I can compare And now you rolling top back with a west side player Got the drop top back with my hand hanging out Got the drop top back I'm the man in my town
[Chorus] I got my droptop back with my hand hanging out Got my droptop back with my hand hanging out I got my droptop back with my hand hanging out Wooh re-real talk I got my windows down I got my droptop back with my hand hanging out Got my droptop back with my hand hanging out I got my droptop back with my hand hanging out Wooh re-real talk I got my windows downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.