Kryptonite

Tryna steal my swag, but they can't do it too

Put them bands on top your head and leave you bald like caillou

She losing all her manners for them bands, what you wanna do

I just cuff my wrist with a bezel, can't cuff a bop too

Nah

Come lay in back seat of this foreign car, alright

Come catch a vibe under this starlight, tonight

Who knows you might be my wifey if the price is right

I'm kinda liking your brown skin, you my kryptonite

I got all the answers, turn her to a dancer

Fly to Atlanta, help me spend up all these bands up