text: We can speed in my two-seater
  Girl, I got a two-seater
  Speed in my two-seater
  In my two-seater
  About a hundred on Fax and its easy to stop
  You see, my shit isnt stock
  I used to piss in a pot and now I piss on the walls
  Since I pissed off a cop, a couple tickets I have copped
  But I can pay for them all
  And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
  E92, but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
  And if I crash, Im owing wheels like Im a Vaughn or a Vince
  Tiptronic stick or automatic, you pick
  Shit is static as shit, sure my shit is AM
  Might get that X6 end, dont follow exit him
  Might take a back street hidden
  House got all sports cars like his garage is gym
  Two sapphires on him neck next his precious gems
  No AMG, its M, boy, I will eat him Benz
  New engine, you got that old shit with those deep rims
  You got a warranty, dont care if you scratching rims again
  We can speed in my two-seater
  Girl, I got a two-seater
  Speed in my two-seater
  In my two-seater
  Sit in my passenger seat
  You tell me I got too much speed
  And I should slow, I should slow down
  But I cant, cause you driving me wild
  Girl, I get a rush when were speeding in my car
  And sometimes, its too much
  And you can feel the beat in my heart
  Girl, I get a rush when were speeding in my car
  And sometimes, its too much
  Yeah
  I know some dudes that would find you that carry rugers and shottas
  And fucking shoot at your Honda, then fucking zoom out in Mazdas
  Them GOLF boys is bad for you like the food from McDonalds
  Boy, Im a king and I aint lyin, boy, hakuna matata
  Better watch for them hyenas, if you flex, then they swarm
  They cashing so many checks, theyre calling him Tyler O-Comma
  Im tryna ball like I was Domo OConnor in 09
  Probably September...
  Boy, Im just rhyming these syllables, suck my genitals
  Album cover looking like the mascot of the timberwolves
  Skate park at Pemberton
  Hoping that I ditched the chords and go pick up the pen again
  Cause I killed the dark shit like Im motherfucking Zimmerman
  Turn around and lose pounds like Im fucking Timbaland
  By pounds, I mean in 
  Give it til he cop brick like a wall with pig in it
  And money coming out the blue
  Like cops are changing fits or shit, Im killin it
  Fuck!
  Back when Left Brain had the hightop fade 
  And we would go skate on them concrete waves 
  And now I switch gears to hear the cylinders pump
  The beat thump, dont get it twisted, boy, my boards in the trunk 
  Can you roll my window up?
  The fuck you turn my music down for, man?
  Can you roll my window up?
  Why? Damn!
  Cause its windy!
  But I love it when your hair...
  Blows, when it blows
  When your hair blows
  Hanging out the sunroof
  I love it when your hair blows
  When it blows
  Hanging out the sunroof
  I love it when your hair blows
  When your hair blows
  Hanging out the sunroof
  Listening to Mac DeMarco
  Hanging out the roof window
  Switch to third gear turbo
  Skrrting on these niggas
  Skrrting on these bitches
  Listening to Mac DeMarco
  Hanging out the roof window
  Switch to third gear turbo
  Skrrting on these niggas
  Skrrting on these bitches
  You can say you dont want to take that drive
  But your hair, it blows
  I know well have a good time
  You just gotta stop being scared
  Just roll
  Just come and roll with me
  Its all good
  Yeah, man, whats good, man? You good? Ive been-
  Ive been chilling, man, Ive been doing some push-ups and shit For real?
  You know, fifty a day...
  Oh, w-w-wait... is that that nigga, Tyler?
  I think so
  Bitch ass, nigga, here he come to me, man
  Fuck this nigga, man, this- this nigga stink...
  Wait, be quiet, be quiet
  Ight
  My nigga, T, man! Whats good, man? You good?
  Alright, I see you!
  Im good, man, Im good, Im good
  Ayy, man, I see you with your little girl, she- she looks... okay
  Alright, yall good, man, alright!
  Ayy, your feature dont start for another twenty minutes
  So you can go get your shit up, I can get yall some shit...
  And I see you with your little jewels and shit too, man!
  Aw thanks, man, Im trying, man, Im just trying
  Yeah, man, let me know if you need anything
  I got you, just- you know... yeah
  Alright, um...yeah, well probably walk around
  And come back when the movie start or whenever
  Ight, man, Ima see you
  Ight, my nigga... ight
  Fucking faggot, man! I swear to God!
  Yeah
  Haha, this nigga bitch weak too!
  Haha, yeah, she is
  Goddammit! Id still fuck!