See Nobody

[Wes Nelson:]
Yeah
Yeah
Yo
(Ayo Beatz)

Can't catch man (Skrrt)
Cutting 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, ayy
On the way to the cash, fam
I don't need an addy, fuck a sat nav, ayy

Throw it 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, Batman
Never saw it coming, now I'm looking at a stack, man
They don't wanna listen, but they know that tryna at man
Pull up in the ride and be like, "Who's that man, that man?" Batman
Eating up the cheques, got me moving 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 chilling in the West Indies
Sold as well, go discreet (Skrrt)
I'm investing in my energy
Now I'm tryna elevate
But they tryna stop the wave
So I'ma be somewhere far away
A place where nothings in my way

Can't catch man (Skrrt)
Cutting 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, ayy
On the way to the cash, fam
I don't need an addy, fuck a sat nav, ayy

Throw it 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)

[Hardy Caprio:]
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 bowling balls? (Where?)
No Snap, no Insta, you know the rules
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

[Wes Nelson:]
Can't catch man (Skrrt)
Cutting 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, ayy
On the way to the cash, fam
I don't need an addy, fuck a sat nav, ayy

Throw it 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)