Uh, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), oh, yeah (Yeah) Uh, yeah (Yeah), oh, yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), oh, yeah, yeah So, what's the point of being put on? (Skrrt) When half of y'all don't got a thing to show off You got the ass on the gram, but at what cost? They workin' most to make but I make just one song No, you expect me to get mad But I really ran this bag, up to new worlds Dead end, I'm swimmin' in some bags with your new girl 20K on them teeth, they don't sag, nah, they too firm Pay for them tattoos on her bag 20K up on my teeth, so they can dance My clan fuzzy pulled up some of my past Walkin' with yo' head high, like, what you proud of? All that fake shit don't shine, we kill the cowards So, what's the point of being put on? (Skrrt) When half of y'all don't got a thing to show off You got the ass on the gram, but at what cost? They workin' most to make but I make just one song