Just

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

[Verse]

Call me mister Malcom

Smooth brother but they try to dead the voice ‘cause it’s militant

We sippin’ on that X-Factor

Caught your eye cause I attract

She said it’s something bout a brother with some passion

But maybe if I could fuck with his mind and get a reaction

His drive’ll drive ‘em straight into the crib and no more Insta

This’ satisfaction

And it don’t take no airplane mode to keep bitches waitin’ or to get faded

But when it’s all said it’s done but I’m shaded

Never sorry for the wait baby

Yeah

[Hook]

Everybody wanna do some thangs wit ya

Every-everybody wanna do some thangs wit ya

I know people out here trynna make plays wit ya

Trynna learn about the moona and juna

But they really trynna come up in the lane wit ya

Lane switch up

Sticking to the script and always memorizing lines

Only helps you the play the role but always keep yourself in mind

I know a lot things have changed

But if you ever lose yourself to the vision then you know you go blind

[Manté Verse]

I’m trynna put you on game

Whether not the weather change the sun comes after the rain

Don’t lose your mind remain sane

Make sure your folks do the, and stay on course like a main

And sometimes, I can’t stop thinking gotta go and get mind

Forward thinking just ahead of my time

And sometimes, gotta do what you gotta

Gotta move how you gotta

Make sure your next move is proper

I pray yourself you don’t lose

I pray the vision meet fruition on the mission of truth

They trynna switch up in my lane for real

I’m trynna candy paint the whip and wood grain the wheel

[Hook]

Everybody wanna do some thangs wit ya

Everybody wanna do some thangs wit ya

[Manté Verse]

Cause you know in this life shit always gonna change nigga

I swear she got me singing like my fuckin’ name Tiller

Girl I been, thinking ‘bout you

No you ain’t died but I’ll sing about you

[Hook]

Everybody wanna do some thangs wit ya

Everybody wanna do some thangs wit ya

I know people out here trynna make plays wit ya

Trynna learn about the moona and juna

But they really trynna come up in the lane wit ya

Lane switch up

(Jori & Evette)

[Verse]

So now I'm stuck here with the shit she handed

A brother from a mother but still left empty handed

Dropped it low cuz she couldn't stand it

Relationship goals on a Queen B or Teyana Faded

Ain’t nothing wrong you on your grind yeah the money stackin’

Hit me up then never text back girl you be chiropractin’

Then always wanna talk that talk to my delayed reactions

Sometimes people just wanna get you going to stop your satisfaction

Mm

You try to undercut, I always seem to upper hand it

Girl when I think of you I gotta bump that Janet Jackson

But you were Stevie Wonder

I was overjoyed

Shit, I was Luther Van

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah