Lyrics:

[Intro]
(We got London on da track)

[Chorus]
Girl, let your guard down, girl, don't put on or front
If you really want it, baby, you know what I want
Me want to get nasty inna di car, that's the afterparty
I wan' feel you badly on my body, but I can't anymore

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that's a round (That's a round)
Runnin' 'round (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Comin' in (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Comin' out (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We tryna come (Tryna come) to our senses
But we keep pouring up this senseless
Got my body on point, so I knit-pick
Gotta be good paid with the whip, whip
He like, 'When you gon' give? When you gon' give your number to me?'
I'm like, 'If you really want it, baby, you know what I want'

[Chorus]
He like, 'Girl, let ya guard down, girl, don't put on a front'
Me want to get nasty inna di car, that's the afterparty
I wan' feel you badly on my body, but I can't anymore
Me want to get nasty inna di car, that's the afterparty
I wan' feel you badly on my body, but I can't anymore
Genius