[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]
Chip on my shoulder, I'm not ashamed
Sneaking up on you like Bronny James
I go off-road, I'm all terrain
Walk in my shoes, your ankles sprained
Lil duce duce, ion need the range
Hit you point blank, I don't need to aim
I don't rock shades, let 'em see the pain
Why would I check some, we ain't the same
I'ma get my way either way
As long as I get the money I need to make
As long as I can get your bitch, needs to shave
Tell me shit, lowkey might've free the slaves
Every enemy make the same mistake
I'm really not the one to underestimate
Beat you down quick, won't hesitate
N***as die from the shots they were scared to take

[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
Bring around the back
We could make a motherfuckin' tidal wave
Yeah, bring it around the front
I don't give a fuck, get it right on your face
Tell lil' ho, "Better mind your business"
Go, go, go, no time to waste
Too spaced out for the back and forth
I don't even play those typa of games
Yeah, bring around the back
We could make a motherfuckin' tidal wave
Bring it around the front
I don't give a fuck, get it right on your face
Tell lil' ho, "Better mind your business"
Go, go, go, no time to waste
Too spaced out for the back and forth
I don't even play those kinda of games
[Verse 2: JID]
Baby don't hog the blunt
Pass that bitch like Zaire Wade
She be singing on my Shaft like Isaac Hayes
I'm intoxicated, and my dreads swinging, like Will and Jada
Baby baby, I'm a player like Billy Bellamy
And ain't no bill better checkin' me
Is you ready, 'cause I'm ready
Naked sexy lady, she can get messy, uh
Extraterrestrial escapades
Travaganza level elevated
Master bedroom baby, masturbatin', messy bun head, pussy ball-fade
Would you bust it for some Balmain?
She a demon wearin' Palm Angels
I just see that shit from all angles, lost angel outta Los Angeles

[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
Yeah, bring around the back
We could make a motherfuckin' tidal wave
Yeah, bring it around the front
I don't give a fuck, get it right on your face
Tell lil' ho, "Better mind your business"
Go, go, go, no time to waste
Too spaced out for the back and forth
I don't even play those typa of games
Yeah, bring around the back
We could make a motherfuckin' tidal wave
Bring it around the front
I don't give a fuck, get it right on your face
Tell lil' ho, "Better mind your business"
Go, go, go, no time to waste
Too spaced out for the back and forth
I don't even play those kinda of games