I got bands I got legs like no other
She got a chip on her shoulder call her mother
Dearest me can you play a f*cking beat with a low low bass
Got them melting from their feet and their frontal lace
Tell it to your muva and your brudda
Everywhere you been treated we like no other
Should we be rolling around in our bed on our head moving scared
Cause you tried to move behind but we called you out now
You in hiding that's allowed now
No less cut throat
There's some blood in your throat and we know it know it know it know it
I got bands I got legs like no other
She got a chip on her shoulder call her mother
Dearest me can you play a f*cking beat with a low low bass
Got them melting from their feet and their frontal lace