[Verse 1: synapse]

Bitch excuse me

Who the fuck are you

Tell ‘em I ain’t got a clue

You can cut the attitude

Sip the purple juice

Body hit the snooze

Back that ass up for me

Green confetti in the room

Bitch this is how we do

Why you being rude?

Park that ass over here

Watch the way I bloom

Listen call me sometime

I ain’t gonna lie

I been locked up inside

Bitch I hate the daylight

I hate that daylight

[Chorus: synapse]

Call me up sometime

I ain’t going out in the daylight

Sick of getting thrown out to the wayside

Got me sinking lower to the borderline

I don’t take time you should save mine

[Verse 2: TW33T]

Aye ya we rocking

In the studio yeah we clocked in

What you watching

I ain’t got time

I ain’t got options

Sniper scope on lock imma take it cold on the rocks

I ain’t fucking with you lot

I stay strapped like a matchbox

Yeah I’m bussing

Wearing them crocs, stalks, hit it on them shocks

Aye yeah break it on down

Aye yeah bring it on around

Miss thotiana you can bust down

Hit it in reverse and it look like you frown

Let’s fuck around in the Acura

Car bouncing round cause I’m smacking ya

I think I’m in love yeah you capping ugh

I’m just too smooth cause I’m racking up

Like damn

[Chorus: synapse]

Call me up sometime

I ain’t going out in the daylight

Sick of getting thrown out to the wayside

Got me sinking lower to the borderline

I don’t take time you should save mine

[Verse 3: LY]

You caught me in rare form, out here tourin’

Imma get high like I’m airborne

Bitch it ain’t four doors it’s fair doors

Keep my shit to myself you always share yours

Praise the lord, I been the best since the day I was born

Buy some Prada that I’m finna adorn

I’m a king pullin’ up in a foreign

Speedin’ up like a drag race

And I sauce up, got the gas taste

Way I’m ballin on my classmate

Make yo girl wanna change her last name

Halloween

Halla bread

Holla at me

Hallelujah

Hall of fame

If you wanna change your lifestyle then you gotta stop playin games

[Verse 4: N8 DAWGG]

Pull out the rack

Bitch keep it real or I’m gonna retract

My feeling is loco

Yeah I just smoked hoe

Among the dead might as well call me coco

Cop a feel wanna talk?(nah)

Is u real can I walk(nah)

Bustin right down the block(yuh)

Got a whisk on the rocks(yuh)

All I got is the old me

Push them back down to their knees

Feeling rare like I’m vintage

Now I got low percentage

What shelf do I go?

Where’s the shelf I don’t know

Cause I’m feeling very low

Where the fuck do I go

[Chorus: synapse]

Call me up sometime

I ain’t going out in the daylight

Sick of getting thrown out to the wayside

Got me sinking lower to the borderline

I don’t take time you should save mine