Pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah

Pull up in the truck I'm late, yeah
Thinkin' 'bout all the bands I'm yet to make and
I was lookin' for you in the crowd, dipped out
I'ma put this shit on play with or without you
Without you, without you
Do I give a shit about you?
Fuckin' lil' bitch, I'ma devour you
Castin' spells like I never had no values

Uh, uh, uh, fuck you
Does it look like I care about you?
Fuck your mom, little sister, and your dad too

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

At back of the show I'm waitin'
Scrollin' through my phone in vain when
I get a text sayin' y'all want in for free
These little bitches don't know anything about me
About me, that's funny
I remember when they called me ugly
Now I'm sittin' front row at the runway
Wilhelmina models steady tryna fuck me

Uh, uh, uh, fuck you
Does it look like I care about you?
Fuck your mom, little sister, and your dad too

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

You geekin', I don't wanna see you
Playin' big shows sellin' out venues
Like a Rockstar, pull up in the black car
While you're blacked out back of your mums house
I tried to give myself reason
But I think our trust lost meanin'
Guess they noticed that I'm freezin'
All on your knees and pleadin'

Uh, uh, uh, fuck you
Does it look like I care about you?
Fuck your mom, little sister, and your dad too

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

You lost out, I don't wanna listen
Kept my eyes straight and my vision
Can miss me with your inhibitions
Focused on me I'ma detox that shit
Where were you when I fell?
Now I'm up everybody callin' my cell
Decline, I'm doin' what I wanna do
I'ma bool hard in an apartment with a fuckin' view
Bool hard in apartment with a fuckin' view