[Intro: Lex Bratcher]

Yeah! (27Hearts Beat)

[Chorus: Lex Bratcher]

When they look at me, they don't think I can rap, yeah

You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah

They don’t be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah

I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah

When they look at me, they don't think I can rap, yeah

You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah

They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah

I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah

[Verse 1: Lex Bratcher]

Look at me (Look at me), people don’t know when they look at me (Nah)

That I'm 'bout to hop on the flow and just ride on the shit outta sight like a wildabeast (Giddy up!)

I'm killing these chickens and killing these asses, about to prepare me a dinner feast

And I'll make a stew from your Haterade 'cause I need a side when I'm eating beef

And I take pride when I'm killing every beat, every verse seal ’em in a hearse when they deal with me

I be killing niggas in they own shit, Middle East, when they put me on a feature, they be uncomfortable like they put me in the middle seat

Ha, ha, ha, actually, they won’t find me on the backstreet

'Cause I’m finna go ham, it's just passed me, in the van with my hand on the backseat

Hungry for blood, then, I'm reaching off for the MAC

They gon' talk when I hit the coffin how I put the sauce on a track

And then ate the beat with a fork and see how they all gon’ react

Me and Crypt, when we on a song, know we took them all to the max

We took them all out the bag, and then, we pulled the cord

Put 'em in body bags and we took them all to the morgue

Hannibal Lector style, 'cause sometimes when I am bored

I strip up rapper's bodies, have them baking like wild boar

[Chorus: Lex Bratcher]

When they look at me, they don't think I can rap, yeah

You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah

They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah

I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah

When they look at me, they don't think I can rap, yeah

You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah

They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah

I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah

[Verse 2: Crypt]

Look at me (Uh), people don't know when they look at me (Uh)

That I'm finna get on the track and, even though I'm fat, I'm gonna lap any mother fucker wanting the gas

And say, "Woah, you don't look like any other rapper that I know"

So, don't blink, you won't think I can't rap when I lash back with my flow

Swag on, but, it's in my rap, when I eat is the only time that I count racks

Baby backs and not the stacks of cash, and people say I'm wack, and lack in stash to that

But, I pay with a plastic piece worth three times more than your ass can keep

But, I'm just not flashy with it, I'm humble, you more backseat driven, I'm frontal

I'm so cold, but, y'all don't know, like I'm a rapper undercover

Y'all keep jacking with me and rubbing me wrong, bitch, I'ma come up

All of a sudden, all these artists acting like they're the best

But, just like the marks on my stomach, bitch, that's a massive stretch

You passive-aggressive at best so I'll pass your ass a vest to protect your chest

From the lashes I vent that lay your ass to rest, bitch, watch you stretch

And when when it comes to crunch time, my bars are sublime

You'd think it's prom the way you bitches dance around my punchlines

[Chorus: Lex Bratcher]

When they look at me, they don't think I can rap, yeah

You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah

They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah

I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah

When they look at me, they don't think I can rap, yeah

You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah

They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah

I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah