Lyrics: Lyndon A. Foster/Wesley J. Martin
Music: Lyndon Foster/Wesley Martin
[Chorus: Era & Apollo West] x2
(E) Jacket with the zippers
I feel like I'm thriller
(A) Shawty on my pillar
Bouncing like she tiger
(E) She a freak I figure
Passing her the swisher
(A) We drank too much liquor
Hope I can remember
[Bridge: Apollo West] x2
Well equipped
Nigga get a grip
New fit
Make these haters sick
[Verse1: Apollo West]
Bitch I'm the shit, let it register
You can't treat me like I'm regular
Money and hoes on my cellular
Always on go gotta schedule us
Never need perkies to level up
Never popped pills to be popular
The way these dudes moving is comical
I know higher powers is watching us
[Bridge 2: Era]
Quit the lean, only CBD now
Swear the mud had me acting senile
We see you hating but its just in denial
You think you popping we disagree now
Yeah
[Break Down: Apollo West & Era]
(A) Shawty round my neck like a rosary
(E) Rosary
(A) Stunting on these niggas like I'm ‘posed to be
(E) ‘Posed to be
(A) Had to ice my neck so they notice me
(E) Notice me
(A) Do it for the niggas standing close to me
(E) What you say?
(A) Shawty round my neck like a rosary
(E) Rosary
(A) Stunting on these niggas like I'm ‘posed to be
(E) ‘Posed to be
(A) Had to ice my neck so they notice me
(E) Notice me
(A) Do it for the niggas standing close to me
(E) Close to me!
[Chorus] x2
(E) Jacket with the zippers
I feel like I'm thriller
(A) Shawty on my pillar
Bouncing like she tiger
(E) She a freak I figure
Passing her the swisher
(A) We drank too much liquor
Hope I can remember
[Bridge] x2
Well equipped
Nigga get a grip
New fit
Make these haters sick
[Outro: Era]
We been sitting low plotting to blow, lil nigga
They think we ain't eating till we let ‘em see the plate
Packed out shows, steal ya hoe, lil nigga
But she ain't coming home less my girl say she straight