[Intro]
Wait a minute (8x)

[Chorus]
She tryna crack the case but the map leads to her
Ain’t a mystery how I simply seek for her
Done preed the word
She tryna crack the case but the map leads to her
Ain’t a mystery how I simply seek for her
Done preed the word

[Verse 1]
First of two I reference in "Strictly For The Ville!"
Half a continent in distance but she sprinting up to Phil'
Puzzle put together now it's giving and serving
Beaucoup boo, given the truth through assertion
For certain, crush cushioning me
I’m looking for she
Getting curved, that wouldn’t be me

[Chorus]
She tryna crack the case but the map leads to her
Ain’t a mystery how I simply seek for her
Done preed the word

[Verse 2]
A longing to bump heads in person, should you agree
I’m tryna link beyond a link
Floating down the blue Nile, etched sophisti-rap
Does she love me the same, where her feelings at?
Tryna beat or want a beat, you can pick a batch
I’m having them dreams about her
Lewd nocturnal scenes about her
Iridescent light beams surround her
I need the feels, the physical touch
The real, the liminal lust
The chill with spliffy and such
What's up, what's up, what's up
What's up, what's up-up, up

[Chorus]
She tryna crack the case but the map leads to her
Ain’t a mystery how I simply seek for her
Done preed the word

[Verse 3]
Brought me closer
Don’t have a chance, we gon take one
We off the soju
Don’t have a gang but she made one
I bet y’all know about unrequited love
Fuck blue lights and such
Walking down the broad street line at dusk
Like “what’s up?”
Checking if she pings
Right before the phone dies, I’d prolly let out screams if it ring
Plenty of time alone, it’s a comfort zone
Trying to hide my phone but I gotta let it be known
I need to peel the spiritual rust
The feels, the physical touch
A deal within me to just
Spill my feelings of love
What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up?

[Verse 4]
Rotten ass bedbug-ridden creep
I could body you in my sleep
I put in work in PM
Jerk to DM, jerk in DMs
Bet he don’t even chirp when I see him
He act like it was satire
"Don’t take it seriously, I don’t mean to act higher-than-thou..."
Pow, that open palm stung!
Nuance not composed on all fronts
And that’s on you
I’ll step back and then axe the scheme
No defending that from me
Don't blabber bout algorithm alchemy
My larvae are ride-or-dies, herb
If I let six fly, five'll find fur
Get your whole shit shut down, I got it locked and stuck
While I’m eating crepés and baklava
Smell the Folgers bitch
I hold the stick, one shot will put niggas out of work like Eunjoo Egghart
Bloke don’t get smart
Hit-enby I'm a sharpshooter like Bret Hart
Hit-enby I'm a sharpshooter like Bret Hart