Talkin' about the lights of my hometown Yeah, they come alive when the sun goes down When the sun goes down You know the lights of my hometown Main Street drag lined up with red tail lights Yeah they come alive when the sun goes down He almost comes

You better slow down When I was a young boy Well they tried to tell me That I was movin' Movin' way too fast And I knew everything About everything But I really didn't wanna listen To a bunch of old folks talkin' trash

Them niggas talking it but they just don't go harder than us When I pull up people so fresh in my ride We smoke the best you can buy Keep stunting just cause I can These hoes know just who I am You niggas never have never will You niggas never have and

When we go up We do it loud They never believe what we’re talking about Snare to the kick to the bass makes them jump Everybody listen Listen to the melody 'Cause we need each and everyone of you To go long with the song

It's indie rock'n'roll for me It's all I need In a clutch I'm talking every word for all the boys Make it up, break it up, what do you care Indie rock'n'roll is what I want It's in my soul, it's what I need Indie rock'n'roll, it's time

Some girls are all about it Some girls they love to let it fly Some girls can't live without it Some girls are born to make you cry About the girls of summer (What do you know, what everybody's talking about) When winter hush turns summer pink In half

Ryde or die If you want it we got it Come and get it nigga we wit it All you gotta do is set it baby What'cha niggas want, uh, uh What'cha niggas want This is the fuckin' shit I be talkin' about Half rappin' ass mothafuckers

I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You want that drama, you ain't ready for it bitch! Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it up!

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to? (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) Never ever do it down low with a (Psycho Bitch!) Better never ever go out with a (Psycho Bitch!) Everybody better learn to