[Intro]
(𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘕𝘰𝘢𝘩, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰)
Aye yo Mistro, this shit hard

[Pre-Chorus: DC The Don]
See, we got red dots for n***as who be actin' like they want it (𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩!)
And we got headshots for n***as who tryna' act like our opponents (𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩!)
Yeah I'm here in the club, please don’t call when i'm up in my zone (𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵!? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵!?)
In the two-seater coupe, tryna' crash like i did somethin' wrong (𝘚𝘬𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘵!)
Yeah, and i'm so, so off that i swear that i'm not comin' home (𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?)
I'm glad that you know, but girl, it's the way you ain't ask me

[Chorus: Jamario Turner & DC The Don]
These n***as can't race me
Got 2020 vision, that's HD
Know your bitch tryna' fuck if she say please
And she do me like blunts so she face me
Don't you call-in my zonе
Stackin' my paper, and keep from my phone
She tryna' tеxt me like, "Baby come over"
Feelin' a way, cuz my heart was her home, yeah (𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩! 𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩! 𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩!)
She had to hop in my car, had to hop in my bag and i'm still livin' life so, um, numb
Yeah, got the 2020 view cus it's not hard to see when the shit hit the light in this room

[Verse 1: Jamario Turner]
Feelin' a way cus she know that i'm on
I hop in the coupe and i don’t got no problems
Stackin' my cheese, know i get provolone
She know i'm that n***a, DC on the song
She tryna come over, say baby of course
Told her, “Hop in the coupe with the suicide doors.”
I was just a young n***a, i was hoppin' out the Porsche
Now a n***a got figures and i'm runnin' from these whores
And shawty she easy, she solvin' my problems
She numb all the pain that the money ain't solvin'
She take me to places, yeah, far away
She give me good brain on a daily basis
We cannot get closer, i need my space
Tell her, "R.I.P. Kobe,” I fadeaway
First they was sayin' i was alone
Now i got bitches that play along
[Pre-Chorus: DC The Don]
See, we got red dots for n***as who be actin' like they want it (𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩!)
And we got headshots for n***as who tryna' act like our opponents (𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩!)
Yeah I'm here in the club, please don’t call when i'm up in my zone (𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵!? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵!?)
In the two-seater coupe, tryna' crash like i did somethin' wrong (𝘚𝘬𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘵!)
Yeah, and i'm so, so off that i swear that i'm not comin' home (𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?)
I'm glad that you know, but girl, it's the way you ain't ask me

[Chorus: Jamario Turner & DC The Don]
These n***as can't race me
Got 2020 vision, that's HD
Know your bitch tryna' fuck if she say please
And she do me like blunts so she face me
Don't you call-in my zone
Stackin' my paper, and keep from my phone
She tryna' text me like, "Baby come over"
Feelin' a way, cuz my heart was her home, yeah (𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩! 𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩! 𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩!)
She had to hop in my car, had to hop in my bag and i'm still livin' life so, um, numb
Yeah, got the 2020 view cus it's not hard to see when the shit hit the light in this room

[Verse 2: Jamario Turner]
Aye, shawty what's wrong wit' you?
I admitted it first, I was dubbin' you
I'm in love with these hunnids' i'm thumbin' through
I put ice on my neck, on my thumb or two
And they said that i'm golden, it might be true
And they say i'm the one that's not good for you
Now you pickin' and choosin' another dude
When i pull up on n***as I keep a tool (𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩)
Keep me a .40, in case these n***as ain't wit' me
Pull up on your shorty, do the dash in a Bentley
Grown ass n***as and they hatin', only eighteen
Smash on your bitch, say, "Jamar, you really saved me."
As soon as you hit me I silence my phone
I'm countin' these racks and it fill up the trunk
Shorty cold hearted, I told her, "We done"
Ignorin' me all for that n***a, been on
[Pre-Chorus: DC The Don]
See, we got red dots for n***as who be actin' like they want it (𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩!)
And we got headshots for n***as who tryna' act like our opponents (𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩!)
Yeah I'm here in the club, please don’t call when i'm up in my zone (𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵!? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵!?)
In the two-seater coupe, tryna' crash like i did somethin' wrong (𝘚𝘬𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘵!)
Yeah, and i'm so, so off that i swear that i'm not comin' home (𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?)
I'm glad that you know, but girl, it's the way you ain't ask me

[Outro]