[Verse 1: Elijah Jaron]
I don’t know what you heard
I’m all good in my lane
Runnin’ through that defense, play man-to-man, that’s game
You big talk, don’t pop off
Mountain top, won’t drop off
New wave, got my own moves, y’all still doin’ the cha-cha
Slide through with my ace
Play hard, work late
Took the game, no mask on, didn’t pray for it, no way
Came through, no bankroll
Faith though, had the case low
No charge in a metro
Now I’m charged up, that’s case closed
I don’t take no L
Life pannin’ a well
Knew that since Rugrat, I’m all that like Kel
B-Bounce out, I don’t talk much
I don’t go like boxed lunch
Don’t care where you came from, even columnists can’t top us
Now owe me, they owe me, I’m TO in OT
I’m drippin’ like forty, you phony, can’t fold me
Get well-done like Moby, my HD like Sony
The ceiling can’t hold me, stop blockin’ like goalie, sheesh

[Chorus: Elijah Jaron]
I don’t really dance, I just sway
You don’t really pop, you just hate
God about my head when I pray
They’re comin’ for it, they’re a little late, yeah
I don’t really dance, I just sway
You don’t really pop, you just hate
God about my head when I pray
They’re comin’ for it, they’re a little late
[Verse 2: Miles Minnick]
I-I-I don’t even dance, bruh, I’m just steppin’
What you tryna say, bruh? I’m just checkin’
Get up out my lane at the next exit
Goes without sayin’ like a text message, uh
I’m not just finna join any team
Y’all just got good, Sacramento Kings
What are you doin’ if you not winnin’ rings?
‘Cause that’s the progression, get it by any means
We might go dumb, we might get lit
Fee-fi-fo-fums, jump out your clique
That glow, I know, it’s [?] the scene
Might roll, I’m on, lighting up everything
Uh-huh
W-what does this button do?
When I click, I’ma do
Who are you runnin’ to, uh-huh
I don’t dance, but I move
Pull up pants, and I groove
It’s no chance, I won’t lose, uh-huh

[Chorus: Elijah Jaron]
I don’t really dance, I just sway
You don’t really pop, you just hate
God about my head when I pray
They’re comin’ for it, they’re a little late, yeah
I don’t really dance, I just sway
You don’t really pop, you just hate
God about my head when I pray
They’re comin’ for it, they’re a little late
[Outro: Elijah Jaron]
I just sway
You just hate
When I pray
Little late