Say you walk up in the club, throw a couple bands up

Now you think the bitch is gone like you

Say you hoppin' out the coupe with the tennis up on the roof

Like them bitches gon' slide right through

We don't give a fuck about how much you puttin' up

Oh no, we don't care enough about your shit to look it up

Not impressed by your ego or the human you become

Just a slave to the trends, another grave for the young

We know you got the money and we know you got the clothes

But what the fuck that mean if the shit don't go?

We know you got it on and we know your name known

But what the fuck that mean if the shit don't go?

Sessions the reason they fuck every season

No time for a breather until we stop breathin'

We got what they needin', we top when they feenin'

We get like the southern, we kill it then leave it

Nobody comparable, bitches hysterical

I don't show up in the mirror, it's a miracle

Rap is our aerial, floatin' and carryin'

Up on the back of the wind so I carry us

I'd be embarrassed if I were you

Take a step back and just look what you do

I'd be embarrassed if I were you

Take a step back and just look what we do