The Let Out (Single Version) Jidenna (Ft. Quavo)

[Verse 1: Jidenna]
Every time I pull up at the let out it’s a spectacle
Heard the shit was jumpin’ like the wall that border Mexico
This the only time we on time and on schedule
Collars on the shirt niggas trying to look respectable
Then I spot her with the fur and ice like an Eskimo
Stretching out my cash so I’m hoping that she flexible
Shorties swinging purses and niggas swinging testicles
Eating fast food but we smoking on a vegetable
She looking man, She looking man
Go hook her man, Go hook her man
And that lame tryna holler he a Bond wanna-be
He a Roger Moore nigga I’m a Sean Connery, I know
Now you looking at a man that's on a mission
Blind-sided cause your man don’t got no vision
Enemies tryna pack us in a prison
But we gon’ pack up in that old Honda Civic

[Pre-Chorus: Nana Kwabena]
Yeah, yeah
All hunt and all prey
Yeah, yeah
Why they looking at the wave
Yeah, yeah
Y'all can bring it our way
Yeah, yeah
But aww no you won’t, aww no you won’t