[Chorus]

Tryna prove 'em wrong, you get laughed at

Cut the shit talk, please don't make me get my backpack, damn

Turn him to a memory, a flashback

If he really do it, I'mma turn him to a hashtag, yeah

Fuck around (Hashtag)

It's going down (Hashtag)

I'mma have to make him the talk of the town (Hashtag)

Ain't no coming back, his ass won't be found

And if they ask, I don't know, he ain't been 'round (that's a fuckin' hashtag)

[Verse]

Most the gang Italian, won't hesitate to get greasy

Is that Tate McRae song 'bout me, cuz I need it all, I'm greedy

I should send your ass to Reese, so she'll send you back in pieces

Please stop sending shitty beats, I ain't buying none of your leases

Man, they don't believe us or something

These niggas tryna cross me like I'm Jesus or something

My baby got their hair done look like a diva or something

Look like Ramona, shit, but niggas can't mind they Beezus for nothing

[Chorus]

Tryna prove 'em wrong, you get laughed at

Cut the shit talk, please don't make me get my backpack, damn

Turn him to a memory, a flashback

If he really do it, I'mma turn him to a hashtag, yeah

Fuck around (Hashtag)

It's going down (Hashtag)

I'mma have to make him the talk of the town (Hashtag)

Ain't no coming back, his ass won't be found

And if they ask, I don't know, he ain't been 'round (that's a fuckin' hashtag)

[Outro]

Y'all niggas is broke, y'all niggas is bums

I'm getting all this bread

I'm getting all this bread, 'til the bread bred...