[Intro] Yeah, like Grrah She tryna creep up to our 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 blowin’ up, they starin’ and wonder How I stack green nonstop through the summer She clingin’ tight, know I’m a certified stepper Walk in the spot, flip the whole room’s weather Don’t cross the line if you ain’t from my sector Beggin’ for my addy? I’m tellin’ her never [Verse 1] Damn, she throwin’ it back when the bass drop Eyes glued on me when I walk in, no props needed Whole section lit, we don’t hit no pit stops He ran his mouth outside, now he froze when he see us Love the way she rolls when she pass me by Too much heat, I know why they mad at I Locked in with the guys, vibe turnin’ nasty She said I’m one of a kind, I told her “That’s a given, baby” [Verse 2] Look, I’m in the spot, feelin’ too sturdy Shorty starin’ hard, know who the wave be Keep it player status, movin’ too cleanly Can’t let her play me, these girls get too sneaky Blowin’ up my phone, tryna link up tonight Askin’ for my digits? I told her “Just ease up, right” Locked in with the bros, section burnin’ fever They front like they lit, but we don’t even see ‘em [Chorus] I can’t lie, I ain’t droppin’ my number We can link up, but I ain’t tryna cuff her Pockets blowin’ up, they starin’ and wonder How I stack green nonstop through the summer She clingin’ tight, know I’m a certified stepper Walk in the spot, flip the whole room’s weather 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’m movin’ too tactical Whole squad locked in, we own the back of the actual She tryna slide, think she know where we at But I keep it cool, I ain’t chasin’ no cap Might pull up in a truck or a blacked-out coupe Whole gang fresh, actin’ like total fools She tryna get social, I’m passin’ her through Too many eyes watchin’, gotta play it real smooth [Bridge] Too many girls crowdin’ our section Too many eyes, too much tension They keep blowin’ up with questions But we just lit, no stressin’ Too many girls crowdin’ our section Too many eyes, too much tension They keep blowin’ up 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 blowin’ up, they starin’ and wonder How I stack green nonstop through the summer She clingin’ tight, know I’m a certified stepper Walk in the spot, flip the whole room’s weather Don’t cross the line if you ain’t from my sector Beggin’ for my addy? I’m tellin’ her never