The Let Out Jidenna (Ft. Nana Kwabena)

[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 tryna look respectable
Then I spot her with the fur and ice like an Eskimo
Stretchin' out my cash so I'm hopin' that she flexible
Shawties swingin' purses, and niggas swingin' testicles
Eatin' fast food but we smoking on the vegetables
She lookin' man, She lookin' man
Go hook her man, Go hook her man
And that lame tryna holla, he a Bond wannabe
He a Roger Moore nigga, I'm a Sean Connery, I know
Now you lookin' at a man that's on a mission
Blindsided '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