[Intro: Taylor Bennett] Uh
It feels so good to be back
Supe, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Taylor Bennett] Turn the lights out, we in the White House
What that mean? Uh, yeah, uh
Turn the lights out, we in the White House
Pour up some champagne, put on that white dress
Pull up my address, I'm so upset
What I write, what I type, I’m like Rhymefest
She wanna ride, wanna ride, this is Fright Fest
Woo, yeah, she tryna digest
Tryna maintain her main frame, woo
I'm tryna fuck up the mainframe, woo
Then I'm out this bitch like Bruce Wayne, ayy

[Verse 2: Supa Bwe] Bad bitches skinny dippin’ in the champagne (Yeah)
Ain't shit changed but the re-up
I let my money talk, you should speak up
She think she a starter, can she keep up?
Ooh, (Ooh) I did it for nostalgia (I did it for nostalgia)
Just a little deja vu, you
A little something like that, something like that

[Verse 3: Taylor Bennett] American reject, what's a defect?
We out the womb, nigga, no C-sect'
One more sec', to make my sun set
We make our own etch, we on our own sketch
This is a home stretch, bowl fest contest
Point-five, hot shot, shot clock, LeBron shit
She'll shake that ass and not ask for deposits

[Verse 4: Supa Bwe] 'Cause she know that I got
I got my Gucci shoes dirty, goddamn (Damn)
Why she talkin' so dirty? Goddamn (Damn)
Why this flight so early?
Why these niggas wanna murder me? Wanna murder (Murder me)
Stole my sauce, that’s a burglary
Cherry on top, I need her urgently (Damn)
I’m a boss, I'm sure you’ve heard of me
She put that ass on me, that's encouraging

[Outro: Taylor Bennett & Supa Bwe] American reject (Damn), what's a defect? (Damn, goddamn)
American reject, what's a defect?
We out the womb, nigga (Damn), no C-sect’
American reject (Damn), what's a defect? (Damn, goddamn)
American reject, what's a defect?
We out the womb, nigga, no C-sect'