Power lyrics

[Intro: Jenn Carter]
Gang, gang, gang, n*gga
I said Ta in the spot
KR in the spot
(Good job, Sho)
Hear that Fendi? (21st-century schizoid man)
Gang, look, grahh, grahh


[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
TaTa, he gon' up it, he feenin'
I be buggin', I feel like I'm dreamin'
She be tweakin', she want me to beat it
We do it so often I don't need a weekend
She be buggin', don't need me no semen
I'm all in her tummy, she know I'm a demon
And the za' got me buggin' and leanin'
My eyes is so low, you would think that I'm sleepin'
Doomsday, say shoot like a laker
She a baddie, say she from Jamaica
Shoot while I'm faded like this sh*t a tape-up
Dead presidents all in my papers
If it's beef, we gon' up that
Ain't no peace, we disrupt that
She a freak, in the sheets
Shorty geeked, she gon' rush that
Call me, "Baby", she think I'm a rugrat
I'm a demon, so you know I can't cuff that
Shootin' like Tatum, know Dee, he gon' dump that
On your block, make it hot, where your gun at?
Worried 'bout clout while you worried 'bout dividends
f*ck around, we gon' knock off ya fitted cap
Worred 'bout b*tches while we worried 'bout presidents
Dummy boy, you don't shoot like the mavericks
[Verse 2: TaTa]
Don't get me tight, I call Dee, he might clap at you
Shorty toxic, I don't like her attitude
I'm gettin' money, why would I be mad at you?
Brodie might spin, turn your name to an avenue
She want my Snapchat, me and bro was creepin' thru the trenches, I be havin' flashbacks (Good job, Sho)
Yeah it's hot outside, it's time to act bad (21st-century schizoid man)
Bro got the rock 'em open, tell 'em, "Pass that"
Me and bro gettin' deady, yeah I'm ready
I tell Jenn, "Bring the Jenny", she ready
She call up the legs, they want party with Jenny
Tell me I'm cute, she wanna take a selfie
They say I got issues, he think it's sweet because I'm little
I hit 'em, he sees I go dumb with this pistol
Yeah, they say I'm so drippy and [?], so they losin' they sickness
It's beef, heard, slide to his mother house
Open the door, put the gun in his mother mouth
I ain't have nobody, had to thug it out
Walk in the spot, and I swear that they frotin' out
It's beef, heard, slide to his mother house
Open the door, put the gun in his mother mouth
I ain't have nobody, had to thug it out
Walk in the spot, and I swear that they frotin' out

[Outro: TaTa]
Run up on me, get shot if he what? Grahh
(21st-century schizoid man)