And you actin’ like you sared of the room
Stop, drop
Turn around, bring it down low
I don’t even really like going out like that
You get passed like a bill, don’t forget to vote
[Verse 1: Angelo Mota]
Velcro, let’s go, I wanna stick to ya
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Turn around, bring it down low
You – you got what I – you got what I
Better not chit chat
You – you got what I – you got what I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
In a crowded place, uh
That’s gas, you gotta ask, you don’t get to smoke
Turn around, bring it down low
[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
Better not chit chat
I ain’t finna dare you to move
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
Cash too spent for a [?] vacation
Then stop, woah, slow down roll
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)

Stop, woah, slow down roll
Slow down role, stop, woah
Pick it up slow then stop
Pick it up slow then stop
What the fuck?

Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I

Baby did you come cuffed?
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
Blunt it burn like hell fire
Stop, drop
I’m too faded and I don’t give a fuck what the DJ playing
I wouldn’t ever guess you would bounce like that
How I like your get up

"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
Stop, woah, slow down role
So now I’m stuck trynna stuff these words together
When I finish, had time to set up the question
I was in the cyph like "Who next to go on the texaco?"
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Night rider

Lock eyes on the stage and I smile right back like
[Instrumental]
Try my hardest but I’m too jaded and
Wanna get with ya
Imma pump the bass up, reveal my sins
Can’t quell that shit
I fucked around and missed your exit, depressing
Stop, drop

Just shut the fuck up, inhale that shit
[Verse 2: Angelo Mota]
Slow down roll, stop, woah
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
And don’t choke off the vegetable (rude!)
Turn around, bring it down low

Proabably woke the neighbors

Then stop, woah, slow down role
Pick it up slow then stop
I got what you need
I got what you need
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
This your shit

Never mind, saw face dropping likes on the page
Then she said to me:
Stop, drop
All damn night
Then stop, woah
You the shit, everybody can get a wiff of ya
Air so thick
[Bridge 1: Angelo Mota]
Walk by, the guys turn zombies corpses like
[Bridge 2: Angelo Mota]
Then she said to me:

Veil too thin to conceal the fragrance
Maybe we should get up
Then stop, woah
But the bass’ll take place and take care of you soon
L-riding
Lives too spent being wrong and anxious
Pick it up slow then stop
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)