[Intro] (Yeah) (Uh) (Cold night, what?) (Ayy) [Hook] I saw the light in the ceiling spin (Spin) I put the ice in the double tin (Tin) She want the ride in the bigger whip (Skrrt) Tell her to slide, let the trouble in (Yeah) I saw the light in the ceiling spin (Huh?) I put the ice in the double tin (Tin) She want the ride in the bigger whip Tell her to slide, let the trouble in (What?) [Verse 1] Stepped in the club with a casual lean Everything dark but the screen of the phone Two hundred bags on a practical dream Man are just patterns, I sit on my own (Uh) Look at the drip, look at the thread (Ayy) No one is talkin', we countin' instead I got a box and it's painted in red She wanna talk but I'm out of my head (Woah) Slang in the talk, natural pace Never too bothered to run in a race I got the key to a different place Watch how the bassline rattles the space (Yeah) [Hook] I saw the light in the ceiling spin (Spin) I put the ice in the double tin (Tin) She want the ride in the bigger whip (Skrrt) Tell her to slide, let the trouble in (Yeah) I saw the light in the ceiling spin (Huh?) I put the ice in the double tin (Tin) She want the ride in the bigger whip Tell her to slide, let the trouble in (What?) [Outro] (Yeah) (Uh) (Red box, huh) (Let it spin) (Skrrt)
