Clapbacks & Brass

Yeah Uh

You heard me

Walk in the room,

watch the whole mood shift They brought bad energy,

I brought a whole gift

They study my moves like a pop quiz Still can’t get the

answer, that’s what the problem is I don’t argue with a shadow,

let it fade on the wall You keep reaching for my name,

I keep raising the bar Every little side-eye got me adding more

shine You call it attitude,

I call it knowing what’s mine

You want me bothered,

but the joke’s on you I got too much to win and

too little to prove

Oh, you’re mad bitch I don’t give a fuck Stay pressed in

the corner while I level up You talk tough online,

but the volume cuts I’m the main event,

you’re the “who was that?” Oh,

you’re mad bitch I don’t give a fuck Keep my name in

your mouth, that’s free promo,

what’s up? I’m too lit,

too quick, too hard to interrupt You can keep that little grudge,

I don’t give a fuck

You got a lot of opinions,

not a lot of results Whole personality built out of borrowed insults

You call it competition,

I call it attendance You show up every time I’m collecting my

entrance I’m not taking notes from a person off-key

With a confidence problem and a hobby stalking me If the shoe

fits, lace it up,

take a lap, take a seat I’m too busy being iconic to

be bothered by defeat No threats,

just a look and a laugh I’m moving forward,

you’re replaying the past If I’m living in your head,

put a lease on the room I’m already at the top,

better make a little room (hahaha)

Still mad? That’s adorable

I don’t give a fuck