(Intro)
Over babe
Put this, put this stand up in your trunk, babe
So buckle up cause this tin go bumpy, babe
Honey, we gon mess effectually and get a ticket, babe
I'1000 saying, I'ma go, yellowish calorie-free
Do it slow, red low-cal
I'ma stop when I hear yous say
Switch lanes, striking the betoken
Take a break, hitting the hazards when we park

(Poetry ane)
Woah yeah, y'all're and then moisture, I'm slipping, I'm sliding
Woah, babe, I cannot look to become to your trunk
I don't want interruptions
Doors locked don't interrupt us
Y'all can scream my name up in there
You can scream my name up in in that location

(Chorus)
Crusade I like your style, I put chrome in with you
I tin can take my keys, put information technology in the ignition
And you withal on me, got your engine ticking
But y'all gon know my name by the manner I whip it, yeah

(Bridge)
Woah, this is ain't the time for 2d guessing
What's going on in my body, woah woah
If you say you're mine then babe
You tin't change your mind

(Verse 2)
We mix Hen with the tron, like so what I'm drunk
It's the freaking weekend, I'ma take me some fun
Rolling a edgeless, OG my bee
And I'm vehement that sh*t upwards when you f**king with me
I don't desire interruptions
I merely wanna become to the function, baby
I'm non one for assumptions
Merely I nevertheless want ya

(Chorus)
Cause I like your mode, I put chrome in with you
I tin take my keys, put it in the ignition
And you notwithstanding on me, got your engine ticking
But you gon know my name by the manner I whip it, yeah

(Span)
Woah, this is ain't the time for second guessing
What's going on in my torso, woah woah
If yous say you're mine then infant
You can't change your listen

(Poetry 3)
Girl, when I'm finished
Put the windows upwards
Boom the radio
We not giving a f**thousand
Cruising circular and circular
Daughter, we living it up
We merely thugging it out
We not giving a f**k, f**k
Yeah yeah yep
Come across it coming

(Outro)
Now I'g not trying to be rude
Merely hey pretty girl I'g feeling you
The way you do the things ya do
Reminds me of my Lexus coupe
That's why I'm all upwardly in ya grill
Tryin' to get you lot to a hotel
You must be a football coach
The style you got me playing the field
So baby gimme dat toot toot
And lemme give ya that beep beep
Running her hands through my fro
Billowy on twenty fo'southward
While they saying on the radio
It'due south the remix to ignition
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama rolling that body
Got every human in here wishing
Sipping on coke and rum, rum
I'chiliad like and then what I'thou drunk, drunk
It's the freaking weekend
Baby I'm nearly to have me some fun, fun