Lyrics : Jacques Webster/Ozan Yildrim/Buddy Ross/Scotty Coleman/Kobe Hood
Music : Jacques Webster/Ozan Yildrim/Buddy Ross/Scotty Coleman/Kobe Hood
Tell me, is she still up? (Up)
It's five A.M. and I'm drunk right now
Tell me, can we still ****? (**** that shit)
One of one, I'm in the zone right now
Tell me, am I still? (Mmm)
Tellin' you just how I feel right now
You said it's just the drugs and I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I lied too, way before (Let's go), before
Before I had you right inside my arms
But then again, I could be drunk (It's lit, yeah)
Baby, I don't wanna sound righteous (Yeah)
I got twenty ****ing suckin' like bisons
I just eeny, meeny, miney, roll the dices, I pick her (Pop it, pop it)
She ain't even really my type, been out here
She been losin' herself to the night shift
She been losin' herself and I get it, oh, girl, yeah, I get it
Yeah, yeah, you've been fightin' for your shot
And you've been searchin' for your spot
Girl, I feel it, yeah, girl, I feel it, yeah
Oh, you think you got your groove
But you want someone like you (Let's go)
Tell me, is you still up? (Up)
It's five A.M. and I'm drunk right now
Tell me, can we still ****? (**** that shit)
One of one, I'm in the zone right now
Tell me, am I still? (Mmm)
Tellin' you just how I feel right now
You said it's just the drugs and I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Ooh, it's the kid, know it, damn it)
I lied too, way before, before (How they feelin', how they feelin', ooh)
Before I had you right inside my arms (Feelin' like some money tonight)
But then again, I could be drunk (Yeah)
I know, mami, I know (Know), it's two A.M., don't stress (Stress)
At three, that bullshit kick in, in thirty, you'll feel your best
I turned my whole spot to crucial, it's crucial, the way I left (It's lit)
Upstairs is like a low, my new b*****s be the best (Let's go)
I'm lookin' at her, when her startin' to turn into you (Her)
Now you startin' to **** up my mind, is it you, is it her?
We brought Booby Trap to the 'burbs
F29 is my address, in case you ain't heard
It's floodin' upstairs, it's a leak
I don't make it squeak, make it ****
I make this shit beat, bon appétit when I feast
Slippin' and slide through the streets, it takes a finesse
Especially in this Cabriolet Jeep, engine make it hard to creep
Just leave the gate open, through the side door, I'ma creep (Ooh, ooh)
Are you 'bout it? Too real, and are the kids downstairs asleep?
And are you upstairs by yourself? A minute from there
Is there some room for me? Baby, do tell, do tell
Tell me, is she still up? (Up)
It's five A.M. and I'm drunk right now
Tell me, can we still ****? (**** that shit)
One of one, I'm in the zone right now
Tell me, am I still? (Mmm)
Tellin' you just how I feel right now
You said it's just the drugs and I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I lied too, way before (Let's go), before
Before I had you right inside my arms
But then again, I could be drunk