[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Keep that)
Lil Uzi and that Pi'erre, yeah

[Chorus]
I don't even know why you don't like me, don't even know me (Whoa)
I don't even know why you keep actin' tough, still gotta show me (Damn)
Got a Glock with a stick and a switch, so it hit fully (Grrah)
Basically, what I'm sayin', it'll leave your shit so holey
No, you cannot change time, so it's no diamonds, my Rollie (Whoa)
Chains shinin' on my designer, but it hit better on her low tee (Whoa)
Got a girl that's from the Bronx and her ass fat, so it's OD (Yeah)
I remembеr, I ain't have no money so I couldn't evеn buy no seats

[Verse 1]
Not even in the nosebleeds, nowadays, on the floor seats
Forty-five minus one-fifty and I'm talkin' 'bout all the proceeds
And my pockets gettin' moldy, walk around with the old cheese
And you know we got the same guns as your local police (Yeah)
But you know I'm never talkin', my cousin trappin' out in Boston (Woo)
Turned my deal to a 720, so I feel like I'm Tony Hawking (Woo)
Grinding like I'm Eric Koston (Woo), cop it, we gon' fuck the cost (Woo)
I'ma pull up in a foreign, I don't really like to walk (Yeah)
I don't really like to walk, I keep fuckin' up my sneaks (Yeah)
I keep runnin' through the haters, I'ma go and get some cleats (Yeah)
I don't fuck wit' you more, but I'm hatin' on you least (Yeah)
All real when I speak, that's not your car, boy, that's a lease (Damn)
[Chorus]
I don't even know why you don't like me, don't even know me (Whoa)
I don't even know why you keep actin' tough, still gotta show me
Got a Glock with a stick and a switch, so it hit fully (Grrah)
Basically, what I'm sayin', it'll leave your shit so holey (Yeah)
No, you cannot change time, so it's no diamonds, my Rollie
Chains shinin' on my designer, but it hit better on her low tee
Got a girl that's from the Bronx and her ass fat, so it's OD (OD)
I remember, I ain't have no money so I couldn't even buy no seats (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I put all my whips on the 'Gram, she wanna post me (Fee)
We 'bout to air this bitch out like this a motherfuckin' slow leak (Bah, bah, bah)
I wear Christian Dior on a drill, leave him holy (Whoa)
I know what I told them, but I can't hear what they told me (No)
I don't remember what I was doin' in '03
Probably at a lil' bitch crib, in her room, make her do the Monique
"Um, tell me what is the Monique?"
That's when the bitch on the ground, and she going down, give me more knees (Oh)
Give me more tongue, give me less teeth (Less teeth)
I'ma push a button on my car, 'cause this shit need no keys (Skrrt)
These n***as lucky, I don't believe in no four leaf (No)
Talking 'bout clover, I move with a boulder
My neck gettin' colder, my shit lookin' golder
I just copped me a brand new double R truck and I ain't even get me no chauffeur
[Chorus]
I don't even know why you don't like me, don't even know me (Yeah)
I don't even know why you keep actin' tough, still gotta show me (Whoa)
Got a Glock with a stick and a switch, so it hit fully (Grrah)
Basically, what I'm sayin', it'll leave your shit so holey
No, you cannot change time, so it's no diamonds, my Rollie (Damn)
Chains shinin' on my designer, but it hit better on her low tee (Yeah)
Got a girl that's from the Bronx and her ass fat, so it's OD
I remember, I ain't have no money so I couldn't even buy no seats (No)

[Outro]
Tell her my diamonds will look better on her low tee, yeah