Lyrics: Lyndon A. Foster/Wesley J. Martin
Music: Lyndon Foster/Wesley Martin
[Intro: Apollo West]
Uh-huh
Yeah
Let’s work
[Chorus] x2
(A.W.) Knew I’d be here I’m psychic
You not the one stop the hype shit (Ohh)
(E.) No solitary confinement
Young nigga dodging the sirens (Yeah)
(A.W.) Chasing the booty like pirates
She ride my d**k like a cyclist (Ohh)
(E.) Shawty get wet, start a high pitch
I call that musical science (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Apollo West]
She do what I say like Simon
Yo b*****s be so defiant (ha)
Go Kamikaze
Crash in the ***** no license (skert, okay)
Y'all ain't really bout it yal hype men (right)
We got the belt
And we been top shelf (top)
Stop comparing me to them
They don't pen that shit themselves (naw)
We ain't even parallel
I be on a different scale
She call me c**ky cause I brought my d**k to show and tell (right)
I gotta monkey on my back
Wolf on my chest
Devil on my right shoulder
Angel on my left
Playing tug of war till it rip me to shreds
You ain't my nigga you just tryna get ahead
Nigga better zip it
Before shit get wicked (hush)
Mud in the blue liquid
Get bold when I mix it (uh-huh)
You ain't really bout collision (uh-huh)
You been stacking parking tickets
This is all part of the vision
4/4 too efficient (let's work)
[Chorus] x2
(A.W.) Knew I’d be here I’m psychic
You not the one stop the hype shit (Ohh)
(E.) No solitary confinement
Young nigga dodging the sirens (Yeah)
(A.W.) Chasing the booty like pirates
She ride my d**k like a cyclist (Ohh)
(E.) Shawty get wet, start a high pitch
I call that musical science (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Era]
No ****s (no ****s)
Given, that’s how I’m living (uh-huh)
Tell shawty I’m sorry (shawty)
Ya boy been sinnin (what’s good)
A lil smoke a lil drank
A lil syrup been sippin
If you need me come find me (hahahaha)
I’m somewhere winning (yeah)
Every since the jump
We ain’t need no help (naw, not a bit)
Every little bit of wave
Yeah we build ourself (yeah we did)
Don’t come around with the drama
Tryin to stunt our wealth (nuh-uhuhuhuh)
I got a couple hit albums
Bout to jump off shelf (haha)
And maybe that’s why I’m still alone
I can't put a b***h first (naw hahaha)
Yeah I got this game by the throat (watch)
Bout to put it in a hearse
Cuz I
[Chorus] x2
(A.W.) Knew I’d be here I’m psychic
You not the one stop the hype shit (Ohh)
(E.) No solitary confinement
Young nigga dodging the sirens (Yeah)
(A.W.) Chasing the booty like pirates
She ride my d**k like a cyclist (Ohh)
(E.) Shawty get wet, start a high pitch
I call that musical science (Yeah)