[Intro] Yeah Like Grrah She tryna get next to the section Word [Chorus] I can’t lie, I ain’t droppin’ my number We can link up, but I ain’t tryna cuff her Pockets blow up, they starin’ and wonder How I stack paper nonstop through the summer She clingin’ tight, know I’m a certified stepper Walk in the spot, flip the whole room’s temperature Don’t cross the line if you ain’t from my sector Beggin’ for my addy? I’m tellin’ her never [Verse 1] Beat drops low, she throwin’ it back like a pro Eyes locked on me when I step in, don’t need no glow Whole section lit, we don’t pause, we don’t slow He ran his mouth outside, now he froze when we show Love the way she rolls when she brush past my frame Too much motion, I know why they hate on my name With the crew, vibe turnin’ wild, turnin’ insane She said I’m different? “Baby, you know that’s the game” [Verse 2] In the spot, feelin’ unshakable, sturdy Shorty starin’ hard, know who the real wave be Keep it player, move so clean, no dirt on my jersey Can’t let her play me, these girls plot too sneaky Blowin’ up my phone, tryna find where I’m posted Ask for my digits? “Baby, you need to coast it” With the bros, whole section burnin’ like toast it They front like they lit? We don’t even notice [Chorus] I can’t lie, I ain’t droppin’ my number We can link up, but I ain’t tryna cuff her Pockets blow up, they starin’ and wonder How I stack paper nonstop through the summer She clingin’ tight, know I’m a certified stepper Walk in the spot, flip the whole room’s temperature Don’t cross the line if you ain’t from my sector Beggin’ for my addy? I’m tellin’ her never [Verse 3] Send my addy? Nah, I play it too tactical Team in the back, whole room’s feelin’ magical She tryna slide, know exactly where we at, though Keep it cool, I ain’t chasin’ no casual Pull up in a truck or a blacked-out coupe Whole gang fresh, actin’ a fool, actin’ rude She tryna link up, I’m passin’ right through Too many watchful eyes, gotta play it smooth [Bridge] Too many girls crowdin’ the section Too many eyes, too much tension They blow up my phone with questions But we just lit, no stressin’ Too many girls crowdin’ the section Too many eyes, too much tension They blow up my phone with questions But we just lit, no stressin’ [Chorus] I can’t lie, I ain’t droppin’ my number We can link up, but I ain’t tryna cuff her Pockets blow up, they starin’ and wonder How I stack paper nonstop through the summer She clingin’ tight, know I’m a certified stepper Walk in the spot, flip the whole room’s temperature Don’t cross the line if you ain’t from my sector Beggin’ for my addy? I’m tellin’ her never