Surveillance (feat. Dūppy)
I made my selection just to get it out my mind
In the dark streets of town I was on the other side
With the leather wrapped around me just to satisfy my mind
Either money in my pants or the girls from Kappi Phi
Or the one from NYC
Or the two from TLV
I was on the plane to Paris with a bottle of Cari'
I was catching up on sleep
I was mapping out with team
She said she would keep it lowkey now she is grassing on me
Dress for adoration
Confess through implication
Call me names that make me frustrated
Do it when we're on vacation
Kill the tropical vibration
Run my bill up try my patience
Hop inside my matrix
Put up cameras keep surveillance
He made a selection just to get it out his mind
In the dark streets of town I was on the other side
Leather wrapped around me just to satisfy my mind
On the other side, on the
On the other side
Man like Duppy Duppy and you know your bitch with me
Man like T he with me and he got a bitch called Whitney
Britney, Kimberly come to me
If she bring Stephanie she give the head to me
London to Italy, back to Miami and I'm on the flight drinking Hennessy
When you come through my ends you go blind
It's a light show, I'm the maestro
It's the time
Baby I just wanna come inside
Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down your eye
Bye
I made my selection just to get it out my mind
In the dark streets of town I was on the other side
Leather wrapped around me just to satisfy my mind
You think it's one way, it is another way
You think it's night time, but some would call it day
I done switched up I made my own reality
My purple leather dropped one in my lemonade
I told her "stay there 'cause I'm not far away"
Mandem bought Henny because the flight delayed
If in Miami then you know where I stay
But I'm Flushing 'cause I can't do LA
You only see me in night time
Duppy got skeng
I'm in rain, pouring pouring
Mandem drip
And we scammer scammer
We in your ends with the hammer
Going out like I'm Montana, that's French
Showing her 'round my cabana in France
And I got Pelle Pell on me like Bes
A medley of colors arranged on the gems they sit on my neck
She sit on my lap
I went to SoHo tried to take her back
That means a refund, I got a refund
I got a receipt in my whip for that
I gotta delete her number matter fact
'Cause it was so good that I might just relapse
In the dark streets of town I was on the other side
With the leather wrapped around me just to satisfy my mind
Either money in my pants or the girls from Kappi Phi
Or the one from NYC
Or the two from TLV
I was on the plane to Paris with a bottle of Cari'
I was catching up on sleep
I was mapping out with team
She said she would keep it lowkey now she is grassing on me
Dress for adoration
Confess through implication
Call me names that make me frustrated
Do it when we're on vacation
Kill the tropical vibration
Run my bill up try my patience
Hop inside my matrix
Put up cameras keep surveillance
He made a selection just to get it out his mind
In the dark streets of town I was on the other side
Leather wrapped around me just to satisfy my mind
On the other side, on the
On the other side
Man like Duppy Duppy and you know your bitch with me
Man like T he with me and he got a bitch called Whitney
Britney, Kimberly come to me
If she bring Stephanie she give the head to me
London to Italy, back to Miami and I'm on the flight drinking Hennessy
When you come through my ends you go blind
It's a light show, I'm the maestro
It's the time
Baby I just wanna come inside
Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down your eye
Bye
I made my selection just to get it out my mind
In the dark streets of town I was on the other side
Leather wrapped around me just to satisfy my mind
You think it's one way, it is another way
You think it's night time, but some would call it day
I done switched up I made my own reality
My purple leather dropped one in my lemonade
I told her "stay there 'cause I'm not far away"
Mandem bought Henny because the flight delayed
If in Miami then you know where I stay
But I'm Flushing 'cause I can't do LA
You only see me in night time
Duppy got skeng
I'm in rain, pouring pouring
Mandem drip
And we scammer scammer
We in your ends with the hammer
Going out like I'm Montana, that's French
Showing her 'round my cabana in France
And I got Pelle Pell on me like Bes
A medley of colors arranged on the gems they sit on my neck
She sit on my lap
I went to SoHo tried to take her back
That means a refund, I got a refund
I got a receipt in my whip for that
I gotta delete her number matter fact
'Cause it was so good that I might just relapse
Credits
Writer(s): Bancroft Borthwickington
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