Uh, tell 'em to catch up with me, fuck 'em (Yeah)

Uh, tell 'em to catch up with me, oh-ah

Why are you in your feelings? Ew

Why you in your feels? Fuck 'em

My choppa do 'em like JO Loves, leave his legs all over the field (Fuck 'em)

I said it's— I said it's fuck 'em

Why do they act like they can't get the beats? Mm-hm

She thought that she was fallin' off the face of the earth when she grabbin' the sheets (Fuck 'em)

I had to cut— hm, uh (Skrr)

I had to cut 'em, mm-mm

Scissors, we cuttin' them off

Bitch, it's Columbia, shoot up the mall, uh

Yeah, Flocka, it's big D.O.A (Yeah)

You would've thought it was makeup, the way that the boy got hit in the face

Kobe, big fadeaway

Jordan hittin' the fade

S-She say, she say

Don't do commitment so, baby, just get out the way (Yeah)

C-O-M-M-I-T

She want a **** who swag and flex like me

She said she wanna catch me on the streets

She can't wait 'til a **** flatline me

Said what I said in the song

Me and lil' Blacko, it's up

I tell them catch up with me

Shoot in the air and I don't give a— (Fuck)

Uh, tell 'em to catch up with me, fuck 'em (Yeah)

Uh, tell 'em to catch up with me, oh-ah

Why are you in your feelings? Ew

Why you in your feels? Fuck 'em

My choppa do 'em like JO Loves, leave his legs all over the field (Fuck 'em)

I said it's— I said it's fuck 'em

Why do they act like they can't get the beats? Mm-hm

She thought that she was fallin' off the face of the earth when she grabbin' the sheets (Fuck 'em)

I had to cut— hm, uh (Skrr)

I had to cut 'em, mm-mm

Scissors, we cuttin' them off

Bitch, it's Columbia, shoot up the mall, uh (uh)

(Fuck to 'em all, uh)

(Fuck to 'em all, uh)

(Fuck to 'em all)

(Uh, bitch, yeah)

(Fuck to 'em all)

(Fuck to 'em all)

(Fuck to 'em all)