You in My F‑50

You in my F‑50

Seat so low, you miss me

Cold air, wrist icy

Night talk, move pricey

You in my F‑50

Red dial glow on your skin

Both hands tight on the wheel

You say, "How far we gon' spin?"

Highways hum like a rumor

Dashboard lit like a sin

You laugh, kick off them heels

Say, "Drive till the sun clocks in" (hey)

You in my F‑50

Fast life, you ride with me

Too loud for them to sleep

Whole block feel this heat

You in my F‑50

Eyes low, your lips risky

Left lane, we slide quickly

You, me, this F‑50

List of sins in the glovebox

Plans all up in your phone

You say you done with the old you

But that look say you ain't grown

City blur in the rearview

Old fears fall on the road

You lean in, bite on your lip

Say, "Boy, just don’t lose control" (woah)

You in my F‑50

Fast life, you ride with me

Too loud for them to sleep

Whole block feel this heat

You in my F‑50

Eyes low, your lips risky

Left lane, we slide quickly

You, me, this F‑50

Bass in your chest, you grinning

You shout, "Tonight, we winning"

We both so far from the beginning

Heartbeats race, wheels keep spinning

You in my F‑50

Fast life, you ride with me

Too loud for them to sleep

Whole block feel this heat

You in my F‑50

Eyes low, your lips risky

Left lane, we slide quickly

You, me, this F‑50 (yeah)

You, me, this F‑50