[Chorus]

Telling me that you’re hot boy (hot boy)

But I see that you’re not boy (not boy)

I know you need what we got boy

But you don’t get it do ya?

You don’t get it do ya?

You don't get it do ya?

You don’t get it, you don’t get it, you don’t get it

Oh yo, you’re the greatest, with oh so many haters

You keep saying the same shit, but after all you don’t get it do ya?

You don’t get it do ya?

You don't get it do ya?

You don't get it, you don't get it, you don't get it do ya?

[Verse 1]

In the club wit’cha crew, strapped to your chest with the most massive shooters, I know (woooh!)

Ain’t looking for trouble but won’t hesitate for a moment to use ‘em, I know

Oh my god, everybody better run when you’re ‘bout to lose it, I know

Then ya song coming on like “Man, this is the biggest bullshit I know!”

I should be treading a tricycle for that you’re thinking that this was a game, boy

I should be jacking off to a magazine pretending I came to play, boy

Oh the circumstances worsen, L to the O, Moskidzo, Cursive

Will go nuts with your permission, so pop some pills if you’re allergic

Yep, take a step through the doorway higher than Led Zeppelin performing

Cramping cheeks and Benzos will strengthen your empathy ‘till you tremble

Shaky knees, awkward barstool wiggling, both hands cold sweated

Silently begging you’ll survive the side effects

And get your respect

[Bridge 1]

But you don’t get it do ya? Still don’t get it do ya?

Try so hard to be so hard, but you don’t get it do ya?

But don’t let ‘em fool ya, it’s only a rumor

You gon’ get it, just roll with it and hope they approve ya!

[Chorus]

Telling me that you’re hot boy (hot boy)

But I see that you’re not boy (not boy)

I know you need what we got boy

But you don’t get it do ya?

You don’t get it do ya?

You don't get it do ya?

You don’t get it, you don’t get it, you don’t get it

Oh yo, you’re the greatest, with oh so many haters

You keep saying the same shit, but after all you don’t get it do ya?

You don’t get it do ya?

You don't get it do ya?

You don't get it, you don't get it, you don't get it do ya?

[Verse 2]

They forgot about things, they see the popular trends

Wanna be one in a mill (ching), they copping lottery tickets

You gotta be kidding, these motherfuckers just want a mill?

You better split like a comma kid, I’m a wandering Donna Summer hit (hot stuff baby)

You’re selling dope for the dollar bill, well, that’s not a problem ‘till

I was knocking at your door when you were supposed to be out there on your own

Slanging dough to some college kids

But you just sit at home wit'cha pops watching Kim Possible at your momma crib (oh my god, oh my god!)

No need to be Sherlock Holmes, I’m a competent gynecologist

Listening to Doctor Octagon wit’ a boombox in a rocket ship Bumping 2Pacalypse, spitting at you like Alpacca lips (*spit*)

This shit is Sriracha on Stiffler’s momma’s tits

[Bridge 2]

Now you don't get it do ya? Still don't get it do ya?

Wanna show off, but your show soft and you don't get it do ya?

You can't get the clue, huh? You ain't in the mood to?

Tryna pay dues, gotta stay true, now your credit due huh?!

[Chorus]

Telling me that you’re hot boy (hot boy)

But I see that you’re not boy (not boy)

I know you need what we got boy (got boy!)

But you don’t get it do ya? (nah!)

You don’t get it do ya? (nah!)

You don't get it do ya? (hey!)

You don’t get it, you don’t get it, you don’t get it (what!)

Oh yo, you’re the greatest, with oh so many haters (what!)

You keep saying the same shit, but after all you don’t get it do ya?

You don’t get it do ya? (hey!)

You don't get it do ya? (uh oh...)

You don't get it, you don't get it, you don't get it do ya?