Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Oti-Boateng
Songwriter
Lyrics
5 seconds we about to turn it up
Fore the beat drop, ladies lock it up
Got the squad out, freshest in the club
Wait a minute, gotta pour another cup like
5 seconds we about to turn it up
Fore the beat drop, ladies lock it up
Got the squad out, freshest in the club
It’s going down in 3,2,1
It’s going down baby
It's going down
It’s going down baby
It's going down
Grab someone
Grab someone
Grab someone
We still here baby, We still here baby
They said we wouldn’t make it
They wouldn’t even rate it
I was underrated, slept on, and disregarded
I told the DJ don’t stop man, keep recording
I had a vision, manifested
In this system I contested
Never saw myself defeated
Those who make it will be tested
Relaxed and meditated I breathed the medication
I kept my dedication
5 seconds we about to turn it up
Fore the beat drop, ladies lock it up
Got the squad out, freshest in the club
Wait a minute, gotta pour another cup like
5 seconds we about to turn it up
Fore the beat drop, ladies lock it up
Got the squad out, freshest in the club
It’s going down in 3,2,1
It’s going down baby
It's going down
It’s going down baby
It's going down
Grab someone
Grab someone
Grab someone
Pour it, drink it, celebration, we’ve been partying all night
Work hard to play hard, the bills is paid on time
One more sip and get back to work
Gotta stay down to earth
She so basic, all she do is twerk
Now your pockets empty bro
Mr. Captain save a hoe
I advise you only go
If you only truly know
You can never change somebody if they not ready to grow
5 seconds we about to turn it up
Fore the beat drop, ladies lock it up
Got the squad out, freshest in the club
Wait a minute, gotta pour another cup like
5 seconds we about to turn it up
Fore the beat drop, ladies lock it up
Got the squad out, freshest in the club
It’s going down in 3,2,1
It’s going down baby
It's going down
It’s going down baby
It's going down
Grab someone
Grab someone
Grab someone
Beach girls VIP in the club
It's a whole lil vibe
Issa turn me up
I got gang we ain't coming here to thug
Looking at my chain Jimmy, Carl, and Sean
Gotta feel my reign
I just did it again
The way I make flows fly out like paper in wind
We ain't taking no Ls that mess over
Setbacks set us up for exposure
We just building
Living the higher life
When I smoked weed we had to use the lighter at night
I just steezed on the beat oops that ain't right
My wrist freeze on repeat
Did I just rhyme that line
Never typical
They lyrical
Everything’s CRITICAL
Written by: Michael Oti-Boateng
