[Intro] Skrrt in the sand lot Dust on my white walls Boots on the dash Y’all Yeah We made it through last call (uh) [Verse 1] Clock hit five I’m ghost Timecard slam I’m toast Sunburned neck Gold rope Camo hat Big hopes Two-tone truck That lean Muddy like my blue jeans Tito’s in the Yeti on chill Buddy got a aught-six lean in the grill Gas station chicken in a paper sack Scratch-off dreams Lil’ change in the back Trailer park kids Got paid What’s good? We the kings of the Suncoast trailer hood [Chorus] It’s finally Friday in the SUNCOAST TRAILER HOOD Broke all week But tonight we feelin’ good (feelin’ good) Palm trees swingin’ over rusted single-wides Bass bang loud while the bonfire rise It’s finally Friday in the SUNCOAST TRAILER HOOD Mud on the tires But the vibe still understood (yeah) From the front porch prayers to the back road slang We some Florida boy gangsters doin’ hick hop thang [Verse 2] Cooler in the kiddie pool Chain on Talkin’ loose Cutoff shorts Tattoos Grill smoke Bad news Lil’ mama in them gas station shades Dancin’ in the gravel like she paid for the stage Snapback low Chew in my lip Talk a lil’ slick with a limp in the hip Sheriff ride by We just raise that hand He know everybody in this piece got plans Screen door slam Kids chasin’ that light Whole park turnin’ up on a payday night [Chorus] It’s finally Friday in the SUNCOAST TRAILER HOOD Broke all week But tonight we feelin’ good (oh, we good) Palm trees swingin’ over rusted single-wides Bass bang loud while the bonfire rise It’s finally Friday in the SUNCOAST TRAILER HOOD Mud on the tires But the vibe still understood From the front porch prayers to the back road slang We some Florida boy gangsters doin’ hick hop thang (gang, gang) [Bridge] From the boat ramps Boat ramps To the sandlot fights From the food stamps Food stamps To them neon nights We ain’t fancy We just standin’ where we stood Middle of the map on a folding chair Still feelin’ this good (yeah) [Chorus] It’s finally Friday in the SUNCOAST TRAILER HOOD Broke all week But tonight we feelin’ good Palm trees swingin’ over rusted single-wides Bass bang loud while the bonfire rise (let it rise) It’s finally Friday in the SUNCOAST TRAILER HOOD Mud on the tires But the vibe still understood From the front porch prayers to the back road slang We some Florida boy gangsters doin’ hick hop thang (Florida boy) We some Florida boy gangsters doin’ hick hop thang (hey!)
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