[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 down