Wes Nelson, Hardy Caprio — See Nobody

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Yeah
Yeah
Yo
(Ayo Beatz)

Can’t catch man (Skrrt)
Cuttin’ through the ends like I’m Batman, yeah
It’s a wrap, fam
Forty on the wrist, then I dash, fam, yeah
Now the money in the bank, man (Skrrt)
They don’t wanna know like I’m Santan, Dave
On the way to the cash, fam
I don’t need an addy, fuck a sat nav, ayy

Foot down, I don’t see nobody
In my own lane with the top down (Skrrt)
No worries, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t see nobody (Skrrt)
In my own lane, it’s a shut down
I don’t see nobody (Skrrt)

Da-da-da-da-da-da, Batman
Never saw it comin’ now I’m lookin’ at a stack, man
They don’t wanna listen, but they know they’re tryna at man
Pull up in the ride and be like, «Who’s that man, that man?» (That man)
Batman
Eatin’ up the cheques, got me movin’ like I’m Pac-Man
Tryna level up, but now they wanna cap man
Na-na-na-na-na

Now, found myself, found my peace (Skrrt)
Find me chillin’ in the West Indies
Soul is wealth, gold is greed (Skrrt)
I’m investin’ in my energy
Now I’m tryna elevate
But they tryna stop the wave
So I’ma be somewhere far away
A place where nothing’s in my way

Can’t catch man (Skrrt)
Cuttin’ through the ends like I’m Batman, yeah
It’s a wrap, fam
Forty on the wrist, then I dash, fam, yeah
Now the money in the bank, man (Skrrt)
They don’t wanna know like I’m Santan, Dave
On the way to the cash, fam
I don’t need an addy, fuck a sat nav, ayy

Foot down, I don’t see nobody
In my own lane with the top down (Skrrt)
No worries, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t see nobody (Skrrt)
In my own lane, it’s a shut down
I don’t see nobody (Skrrt)

Yo, income disposable (Uh)
Hit my line, I’m sociable (Brrt)
Bend her back, she’s foldable
Heart on my Dior top, emotional (Come on)
Ex ting, she ain’t grown at all
Side ting, left her scarred, Voldemort, uh (Skrrt)
Where’s that girl with bowlin’ balls? (Where?)
No Snap, no Insta, you know the rules (Rude girl)
They didn’t wanna see me flex (They’re mad)
Hopped out of the GTS (Skrrt, skrrt)
First car that I had was a E-class (No cap)
And the diamonds VVS (Mad ting)
Donny came in on a sad ting
Fed him to the tigers
Yeah, we went and done him like Baskin, yeah

Can’t catch man (Skrrt)
Cuttin’ through the ends like I’m Batman, yeah
It’s a wrap, fam
Forty on the wrist, then I dash, fam, yeah
Now the money in the bank, man (Skrrt)
They don’t wanna know like I’m Santan, Dave
On the way to the cash, fam
I don’t need an addy, fuck a sat nav, ayy

Foot down, I don’t see nobody
In my own lane with the top down (Skrrt)
No worries, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t see nobody (Skrrt)
In my own lane, it’s a shut down
I don’t see nobody (Skrrt)