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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Traetwothree
Traetwothree
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Carter
Jalen Carter
Songwriter
William Cernegia Collins
William Cernegia Collins
Songwriter
Dejavious Sheats
Dejavious Sheats
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Traetwothree
Traetwothree
Recording Engineer
Dejavious Sheats
Dejavious Sheats
Producer
Mark Santangelo
Mark Santangelo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Benjamin Arnold
Benjamin Arnold
Mixing Engineer
Javi Beats
Javi Beats
Producer

Lyrics

(Uh) woah
(Uh) woah
This on a Friday night
Me and my dawgs under them city lights
It's Grammy weekend, you know I'm feelin' right
Amiri on my pants, I'm in here shakin' hands
Before I pulled up on the scene, I told 'em in advanced
Straight to the front I go
They call my name and we gon' skip the line
I'm talkin' every time (yeah)
Cartiers on, night time when I really shine
All the bad bitches outside
They lookin' really fine, but I don't never give 'em time
Pour me up some 42, but I'ma sip it slow
We In LA so these some bitches I already know
Some of the homies in the buildin' I already know
Too many strangers in this section, man, they gotta go
My brother Dai Dai brought the weed, he finna roll
But I don't smoke, I'm off the cup, I'm finna pour
My brother Cadi in this thing, already know
Shit, it's time that we maneuver through the crowd
Baddies on the floor, shakin' ass, goin' wild
I'm feelin' myself, shit, I'm vibin' right now, right now
But then I hear a voice in the distance
No, ain't no way, I must be trippin'
While I'm in here lookin' flyer than a jet
I start slowly lookin' over to the left
Why the fuck I seen my ex talkin' to the next ****?
Crazy, stupid
All of a sudden I don't even hear the music
I done lost the vibe, now a **** feelin' ruthless
But I don't make a scene, I'm still chillin' on my cool shit, yeah
Even if I interrupt, he ain't gon' do shit, no
I feel like you still mine, am I on bullshit? No
If I tell my **** in the buildin', they gon' ride
Shit, I might be trippin', I ain't know you be outside like this
No, No
Had no idea you be outside like this
No
Do your momma know you be outside like this?
Shit, I doubt it
Told my dawgs, "It's time to go, it's gettin' crowded"
But really I just feel like I'ma trip
Had no idea you be outside like this
Dappin' it up, shit, I'm finna go
This way or the other way
Shit, I don't even know
I walk behind her, tap her back like, "Girl, what's up with it?"
But in my head it's, "Fuck you and this fuck ****"
Her face stuck with it, look like she seen a ghost
I'm trying hard to keep my cool, ain't tryna do the most
I size the **** up, lowkey, feel like he to slow
And I got my **** right behind me in case I choose smoke (yeah)
But I don't even feel like bein' on The Shade Room
Wondering why God would even put us in the same room
But I'm a real ****, so I play cool
I'm playin' it cool (yeah)
So I charge it to the game
My **** peep the scene, so they know I feel a way
She in there with her girls, I know they probably feel the same
I'm waitin' on my Uber like, "This night was too insane"
I'm standin' with my dawgs, you know they right beside me
Her and her homegirls leavin' right behind me
I'm tellin' myself this gon' be a mistake
But I should walk over there while we wait
I say, I say, "It's crazy seein' you out
I see you outside, girl, I guess this what you do now?
But you know you lookin' beautiful tonight, right?
Whole time we was together, I ain't know you was that type
To be outside at night"
But I can't even complain, no
Still, I wonder what you came for
Still territorial, I'm feelin' like you mine
Shit, I might be trippin', I ain't know you be outside like this
No, No
Had no idea you be outside like this
No
Do your momma know you be outside like this?
Shit, I doubt it
Told my dawgs, "It's time to go, it's gettin' crowded"
But really I just feel like I'ma trip
Had no idea you be outside like this
Written by: Dejavious Sheats, Jalen Carter, William Cernegia Collins
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