Released: December 27, 2018
Featuring: Wale
Songwriter: Wale Roscoe Dash
Producer: Mercy
[Intro:]
Mercy
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I can tell by the way baby get down on stage
I make a chain reaction, I be lookin at her waist
Imma need all that back there, girl, I need cake on cake
Everytime the club go brazy, I feel so crazy
Tear drops below, tear drops below
I look up, it's raining above my face
A chain reaction, she came to play
[Verse 1: Roscoe Dash]
Welcome to the belly of the beast, and I got courtside seats
Still got the Benzo on fleek, and I done been number 1, they don't eat
I been on tracks like cleets, but your fame ain't last past your first EP
Trae spent some cash with me, lil mama got ass for weeks
Bout to just lean like it's from hell, you see
My dick keep testin me
Is she mad at me, when it's actually
That she's casually, gettin that back on break
And I ain't got no breaks, I love how it look on tape
Good morning text come late
Used to start my car dash like Kim
His and her's, the whips look like twins
Thick as hell, but your waist slim
Cuter than her, should be a sin
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I can tell by the way baby get down on stage
I make a chain reaction, I be lookin at her waist
Imma need all that back there, girl, I need cake on cake
Everytime the club go brazy, I feel so crazy
Tear drops below, tear drops below
I look up, it's raining above my face
A chain reaction, she came to play
[Verse 2: Wale]
Now pose for me, do a show for me
Lil mama, move on with me
I got you, I know what you mean
I'm amazin, and I like your makeup
And I like mine all gaidged up
Tonight, you cannot be fakin
Got famous, off that rap shit
Half a grand for those Moccosins
I got no Ds, but I got the hit
You lucky if a nigga give you complements
And it's obvious that you hard to get
But it's easier for the artests, yes
And I try to motify your standardness
Can I take a pick, can you do a flip
Can I Skype you late, can I write you late
Can I bite your ear, Mike Tyson, baby
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I can tell by the way baby get down on stage
I make a chain reaction, I be lookin at her waist
Imma need all that back there, girl, I need cake on cake
Everytime the club go brazy, I feel so crazy
Tear drops below, tear drops below
I look up, it's raining above my face
A chain reaction, she came to play
Mercy
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I can tell by the way baby get down on stage
I make a chain reaction, I be lookin at her waist
Imma need all that back there, girl, I need cake on cake
Everytime the club go brazy, I feel so crazy
Tear drops below, tear drops below
I look up, it's raining above my face
A chain reaction, she came to play
[Verse 1: Roscoe Dash]
Welcome to the belly of the beast, and I got courtside seats
Still got the Benzo on fleek, and I done been number 1, they don't eat
I been on tracks like cleets, but your fame ain't last past your first EP
Trae spent some cash with me, lil mama got ass for weeks
Bout to just lean like it's from hell, you see
My dick keep testin me
Is she mad at me, when it's actually
That she's casually, gettin that back on break
And I ain't got no breaks, I love how it look on tape
Good morning text come late
Used to start my car dash like Kim
His and her's, the whips look like twins
Thick as hell, but your waist slim
Cuter than her, should be a sin
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I can tell by the way baby get down on stage
I make a chain reaction, I be lookin at her waist
Imma need all that back there, girl, I need cake on cake
Everytime the club go brazy, I feel so crazy
Tear drops below, tear drops below
I look up, it's raining above my face
A chain reaction, she came to play
[Verse 2: Wale]
Now pose for me, do a show for me
Lil mama, move on with me
I got you, I know what you mean
I'm amazin, and I like your makeup
And I like mine all gaidged up
Tonight, you cannot be fakin
Got famous, off that rap shit
Half a grand for those Moccosins
I got no Ds, but I got the hit
You lucky if a nigga give you complements
And it's obvious that you hard to get
But it's easier for the artests, yes
And I try to motify your standardness
Can I take a pick, can you do a flip
Can I Skype you late, can I write you late
Can I bite your ear, Mike Tyson, baby
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I can tell by the way baby get down on stage
I make a chain reaction, I be lookin at her waist
Imma need all that back there, girl, I need cake on cake
Everytime the club go brazy, I feel so crazy
Tear drops below, tear drops below
I look up, it's raining above my face
A chain reaction, she came to play