Surveillance ft. Dūppy Lyrics

I made my selection just to get it out my mind

In the dark streets of town I was on the other side

With the leather wrapped around me just to satisfy my mind

Either money in my pants or the girls from Kappi Phi

Or the one from NYC

Or the two from TLV

I was on the plane to Paris with a bottle of Cari'

I was catching up on sleep

I was mapping out with team

She said she would keep it lowkey now she is grassing on me

Dress for adoration

Confess through implication

Call me names that make me frustrated

Do it when we're on vacation

Kill the tropical vibration

Run my bill up try my patience

Hop inside my matrix

Put up cameras keep surveillance

He made a selection just to get it out his mind

In the dark streets of town I was on the other side

Leather wrapped around me just to satisfy my mind

On the other side, on the

On the other side

Man like Duppy Duppy and you know your bitch with me

Man like T he with me and he got a bitch called Whitney

Britney, Kimberly come to me

If she bring Stephanie she give the head to me

London to Italy, back to Miami and I'm on the flight drinking Hennessy

When you come through my ends you go blind

It's a light show, I'm the maestro

It's the time

Baby I just wanna come inside

Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down your eye

Bye

I made my selection just to get it out my mind

In the dark streets of town I was on the other side

Leather wrapped around me just to satisfy my mind

You think it's one way, it is another way

You think it's night time, but some would call it day

I done switched up I made my own reality

My purple leather dropped one in my lemonade

I told her "stay there 'cause I'm not far away"

Mandem bought Henny because the flight delayed

If in Miami then you know where I stay

But I'm Flushing 'cause I can't do LA

You only see me in night time

Duppy got skeng

I'm in rain, pouring pouring

Mandem drip

And we scammer scammer

We in your ends with the hammer

Going out like I'm Montana, that's French

Showing her 'round my cabana in France

And I got Pelle Pell on me like Bes

A medley of colors arranged on the gems they sit on my neck

She sit on my lap

I went to SoHo tried to take her back

That means a refund, I got a refund

I got a receipt in my whip for that

I gotta delete her number matter fact

'Cause it was so good that I might just relapse