[Intro: Lex Bratcher]
Yeah! (27Hearts Beat)
[Chorus: Lex Bratcher]
When they look at me, they don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah
They don’t be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah
When they look at me, they don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah
They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah
[Verse 1: Lex Bratcher]
Look at me (Look at me), people don’t know when they look at me (Nah)
That I'm 'bout to hop on the flow and just ride on the shit outta sight like a wildabeast (Giddy up!)
I'm killing these chickens and killing these asses, about to prepare me a dinner feast
And I'll make a stew from your Haterade 'cause I need a side when I'm eating beef
And I take pride when I'm killing every beat, every verse seal ’em in a hearse when they deal with me
I be killing niggas in they own shit, Middle East, when they put me on a feature, they be uncomfortable like they put me in the middle seat
Ha, ha, ha, actually, they won’t find me on the backstreet
'Cause I’m finna go ham, it's just passed me, in the van with my hand on the backseat
Hungry for blood, then, I'm reaching off for the MAC
They gon' talk when I hit the coffin how I put the sauce on a track
And then ate the beat with a fork and see how they all gon’ react
Me and Crypt, when we on a song, know we took them all to the max
We took them all out the bag, and then, we pulled the cord
Put 'em in body bags and we took them all to the morgue
Hannibal Lector style, 'cause sometimes when I am bored
I strip up rapper's bodies, have them baking like wild boar
[Chorus: Lex Bratcher]
When they look at me, they don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah
They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah
When they look at me, they don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah
They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah
[Verse 2: Crypt]
Look at me (Uh), people don't know when they look at me (Uh)
That I'm finna get on the track and, even though I'm fat, I'm gonna lap any mother fucker wanting the gas
And say, "Woah, you don't look like any other rapper that I know"
So, don't blink, you won't think I can't rap when I lash back with my flow
Swag on, but, it's in my rap, when I eat is the only time that I count racks
Baby backs and not the stacks of cash, and people say I'm wack, and lack in stash to that
But, I pay with a plastic piece worth three times more than your ass can keep
But, I'm just not flashy with it, I'm humble, you more backseat driven, I'm frontal
I'm so cold, but, y'all don't know, like I'm a rapper undercover
Y'all keep jacking with me and rubbing me wrong, bitch, I'ma come up
All of a sudden, all these artists acting like they're the best
But, just like the marks on my stomach, bitch, that's a massive stretch
You passive-aggressive at best so I'll pass your ass a vest to protect your chest
From the lashes I vent that lay your ass to rest, bitch, watch you stretch
And when when it comes to crunch time, my bars are sublime
You'd think it's prom the way you bitches dance around my punchlines
[Chorus: Lex Bratcher]
When they look at me, they don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah
They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah
When they look at me, they don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack, yeah
They don't be knowing I be flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map, yeah
