Power Jenn Carter & Tata

[Intro: Jenn Carter]
Gang, gang, gang, nigga
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 shit 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
Fuck around, we gon' knock off ya fitted cap
Worred 'bout bitches while we worried 'bout presidents
Dummy boy, you don't shoot like the mavericks