[Intro: veezuh]

Yeah, yeah

Huh, huh

Yeah, yeah

Huh, huh

I made like, I made like

I made like 30 bands

I don't need, I don't need any new friends

[Chorus: veezuh]

Yeah, I'm wit' the bands on top

And I'm sweeping these bitches, I feel like a mop

If you talkin' that shit, then you finna get chopped

Get done like a picture, you finna get cropped

I saw your new song, and I swear it just flopped

I get whatever, I don't care 'bout the cost

Naw, I'm sippin' on Wock'

You like to talk, but don't nobody give a damn fuck

[Verse 1: veezuh]

Naw, I don't care

Say you got money, let's compare

Might need to slow down to make this shit fair

Say you don't care, but I see that you stare

I'm goin' up like a damn flight of some stairs

And they know that I'm next up, that's why they so scared

I got the green on me, like a lil' pear

You is my son and you cannot compare

Yeah, I've been ballin', all you hit is the air, yeah

Yeah, I know I'm in your head like a damn nightmare, yeah

Yeah, you gon' fall behind, that shit so clear

Yeah, you gon' fall behind, that shit so clear

[Verse 2: kishin]

Five star, that bitch tryna get piped up

Five star, Michelin, eating pasta

I'm in a Beam, you in a Mazda

Speed off with the top off

Damn, my hand keep locking up

Damn, I count up way too much

I cannot ever settle for less

She want it bad, I just want the neck

She want me back, but that's just a ex

I stay back, collect the check

Fuck the games, ain't playin' chess

Get the bag while you get pressed

Done some things that I regret

But I'll never make no amends

[Chorus: veezuh]

Yeah, I'm wit' the bands on top

And I'm sweeping these bitches, I feel like a mop

If you talkin' that shit, then you finna get chopped

Get done like a picture, you finna get cropped

I saw your new song, and I swear it just flopped

I get whatever, I don't care bout the cost

Naw, I'm sippin' on Wock'

You like to talk, but don't nobody give a damn fuck

[Outro: veezuh]

Yeah, I'm wit' the bands on top

And I'm sweeping these bitches, I feel like a mop

If you talkin' that shit, then you finna get chopped

Get done like a picture, you finna get cropped

I saw your new song, and I swear it just flopped

I get whatever, I don't care 'bout the cost

Naw, I'm sippin' on Wock'

You like to talk, but don't nobody give a damn fuck