Matte black 'Rari When we pull up, they're sorry Blacked-out windows Strictly for those who are in the know Talkin' real extra Let me get you all the way together Lookin' super duper aeroplane fly But now you got a crush
We be the kind that ain't got no scruples We be the kind that break the law
Two-steppin' all through this town Maxin' out your credit card We tell them nothing, so they make shit up I don't need any new friends
We got the fury, we got thĐ” smarts We're waiting in the parking lot
You can't hang With us You can't hang With us
See, wĐ” be kinda choosy, put us in a movie First in the jacuzzi, gang gang all the way Pupils dilated, you love it 'til you hate it Follow me 'round the party, but I'm not in the mood
You can't hang With us
They're cuttin' it with seltzer on the low-low Reppin' Baron Samedi from the get-go The things you do for blow or a little guest list Have consequences (Consequences, consequences)
We don't like to role play, we need the real thing all day Giving you the business, kept boys and mistresses We chase you 'round the houses, we can find where you live Make you disappear, make it look like an accident Champagne in plastic glasses, inside us is a wildness So don't make it obvious, keep my name out your mouth So don't make it obvious, don't be an easy lay My, my, my How the tables have turned I wouldn't sit down if I were you (What?) Did you think I was ramping up for an apology?
If you see us in the cut freely Wired as fuck, double drop, breezy If you see us in the cut, it's easy Turn and run
Compositores: Russell Dean Lissack, Rowland Kelechukwu Okereke, Justin Andrew Harris, Louise Diana Bartle ECAD: Obra #36607526