Kid Quill Indy 500
[Intro]
Drivers, start your engines
[Verse 1]
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 f..ck 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 eight and I still got cash
Pretty smile, little waist, but she still got (Hahaha, you know)
[Chorus]
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 (Skrrrt, oh, shit, hahahaha)
[Bridge]
Say I don't (I don't)
Want no (Want no)
No crusty ho
You little crusty ho, you ol' dumbass ho
Say I know (I know)
That I'm gon' (I'm gon')
Dust these hoes (Dust these hoes)
You ol' dusty ho (Hahahaha)
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
