Lyrics

Intro (Pianos Looping, Violins Fading In, Saxophone Crying in the Back, 808s Rumble Like a Train Pulling Up)

(Kevin Gates-style deep talking, slow and weighty, heavy bass creeping in.)

"Ayy… You ever know somethin’ was yours… but not really yours?"
"I ain’t stressin’ it though… I got options."

(Beat kicks in: Drill hi-hats rolling, deep bass thudding, strings sweeping through the background like an old soul sample.)
Verse 1 (Male Artist: Kevin Gates-Style Flow, Slow, Heavy, Words Land Like a Brick, Pain in the Voice but Confidence in the Delivery)

When panties dropping, pussy popping, there's a lot of bitches
I'm rolling, smoke some multi pills, and this pot, I'm sniffin’
Just so you know, girl, I got options, you are not convincing
Just keep it the real, keep it honest, and I’m rockin’ with you

(808s hit harder, violin stabs give the verse that old-school Chi-Town pain feel.)

Never lie, prolly tell, I’m rollin’ by, that look up in my eyes
Sippin’ on the potion ‘cause the liquor set the vibe
I could tell she want it by the way she walkin’ by
Captured in the moment, watch it swingin' side to side

(Beat slows for a second—then picks up, giving the words more space to breathe.)

(Kevin Gates-style deep grunt: "UHHHH!")
Chorus (First Half Only, Male Artist)

Panties droppin', pussy poppin', that's a lot of bitches
I'm rollin’, smoke some off them pills, this pot, I'm sniffin’

(Beat pulls back—female artist’s vocals start creeping in, soft but taunting.)

(Female voice, laughing: "Uh-huh… so that’s how you movin’?")

(Beat shifts slightly—saxophone dips out, 808s roll smoother, piano loops get softer, letting her verse breathe.)
Verse 2 (Female Artist: Confident, Laid-Back, Slightly Mocking His Assumptions, But Still Seductive in Delivery)

Mmm, yeah, I see you talkin’, bet you think you in control (Mmm, hmm!)
I been sippin’, I been smokin’, I been playin’ my own role (Whoo!)
See, you say you got them options, but you ain't convincing (Nah!)
Just keep it the real, keep it honest, boy, I got ‘em too (Talk to me!)

(808 slides, hi-hats tick back in—she’s floating now, matching his confidence.)

Took a shot, let it burn, now my body feelin’ nice (Mmm, yeahhh!)
I ain't trippin’ off no names, you could be my type tonight (Ouuu!)
Yeah, I see the way you move, think you got me hypnotized (Nahhh!)
Boy, just recognize… we both got options on the side (Whoo!)

(Beat cuts out for a second—only her soft, whispered adlibs left.)

*(Whispered: "You ain't the only one makin’ moves, baby…")
Pre-Chorus (Beat Picks Back Up, She’s Almost Laughing in the Back, Letting Him Know He Ain’t the Only One Winning Tonight)

I never lie, prolly tell, I'm rollin’ by, that look up in my eyes (Uh, uh, yeahh!)
Sippin’ on the potion ‘cause the liquor set the vibe (Mmm, woo!)
I could tell he want it by the way he standin’ close (Whoo!)
Captured in the moment, feel my hands around his throat (Yeahhh!)

(Beat cuts out again—moment of silence before the final hook explodes.)