(Ayy, yoh!) Afrobits, wetin dey happen?
I drop one small line, just a casual talk
You go carry am, make am for music, no stop
With log drum and 808, you go start to create
My words turn to riddim, no time to wait
(Eish!) I'm like, "Afrobits, you got no chill, man!"
My simple request, you turn it to a master plan.
Afrobits, you dey play? This song no be for me!
I gave you message, you flip am for melody?
Mukwai, boza, I didn't ask you to sing this beat,
Next time, check the memo, no make my heart dey skip!
I thought we had a deal, a simple exchange,
But you took my words, put 'em on a whole new stage.
Now the beat is dropping, the shaker is loud,
Got me grooving in my seat, lost in the crowd.
You're slick, you're cunning, you know how to twist,
Turn a complaint into a banger, can't resist. (Yoh!)
Afrobits, you dey play? This song no be for me!
I gave you message, you flip am for melody?
Mukwai, boza, I didn't ask you to sing this beat,
Next time, check the memo, no make my heart dey skip!
(Ayy!) Afrobits... Ah, you sabi! But still,
You didn't ask, but you delivered! Muli shani!