[Intro] Ayo... Look at you... Grinding your rims on the curb... Bitch, please. [Verse 1] Look at you Grinding your rims on the curb Talkin' like a legend Can't negotiate a fuckin' curve Windows down Music loud Like the whole damn block's your stage Got a driver's ego With a learner's handbook page Chrome so clean But the tires scream Every corner's another crime Got a hundred selfies with the whip Still can't park the damn thing straight in line You flex... You pose... You rev it at the light Soon as green comes calling You disappear right outta sight [Pre-Chorus] Everybody's frontin' Everybody's got a speech Confidence on clearance... Bitch, please. [Chorus] Look at you! Grinding your rims on the curb Talkin' all that fire Getting smoked by every word Look at you! Actin' like you own these streets Can't keep it between the lines... Bitch, please. [Verse 2] Talk horsepower Drive like a shopping cart Bought the image Forgot the fuckin' important part Mirror full of attitude Windshield full of fear You keep yellin' "Watch this!" Everybody disappears Built your whole personality Outta likes and borrowed quotes You sink every conversation Tryna keep yourself afloat Loud ain't legendary Flash ain't skill Anybody can make some noise... Most of y'all just will. [Bridge] Easy... Easy... Don't blame the pavement... It didn't hit itself. [Final Chorus] Look at you! Grinding your rims on the curb Internet mechanic Never turned a single wrench Look at you! Still performin' for the crowd If confidence was gasoline... You'd still be walkin' now. Bitch... Please.
