[Intro: Pynt]
Yeah
Maybe they don’t like me
Young Buck, uh
Maybe they don’t like me
Pynt, yeah
I said “maybe they don’t like me”
Yeah, I’m thinkin’ that, that might be

[Verse 1: Pynt]
Maybe they don’t like my language
Say “my bars are too fuckin’ dangerous”
Come over here, I’ll try to make this painless
And could you fuckin’ blame us?
Think they great just cuz they famous? (yeah)
You still stink, that includes your anus
And I ain’t talkin’ shit, I’m statin’ facts
I was made to rap, you can’t take it back
I’m savin’ that, just to take a crap (uh)
On anybody who really thinkin’ they know me, yeah
I ain’t your friend, lil buddy, I ain’t your homiе (uh-uh)
Listen closely, yeah, I’m lowkеy, I put in work as a cold piece (uh huh)
Y’all Tekashi with the police, so I don’t fuck with you brodie
I’m a youngin, but bumpin’, turnin’ nothin’ to somethin’
I ain’t bluffin’, they really buggin’, I’m buzzin’, yeah, I love it, uh
So, if you fuckin’ with me, like, really fuckin’ with me (yeah)
Then, we gon’ ride ‘till the mothafuckin’ tank is empty
And best believe, that I’ll be on they necks
I ain’t breakin’ a sweat, I’m practicin’ while all they slept
Now, what? (Pynt)
[Chorus: Pynt]
Yeah, said “maybe they don’t like me”
Yeah, I’m thinkin’ that, that might be
Or maybe, it’s my white tee (yeah)
Aye yo, maybe, it’s my rhyme scheme
(Yeah, I’m thinkin’ that, that might be, so, maybe, I don’t give a fuck)
You could tell ‘em that I ain’t givin’ up
(They just mad, cuz they ain’t did enough, and maybe I don’t give a fuck)
They just mad, cuz they ain’t did enough
(Yeah, well maybe I don’t give a fuck, just maybe)

[Verse 2: Pynt]
I been hungry since a young buck
I’m bumpin’ that Young Buck
I’m leavin’ them dumbstruck
I’m talkin’ these dumb fucks
Fun stuff (uh huh), I like stirrin’ the pot
Pull up on yo block, pop out, like it’s jack in the box
Never easy, when they see me, they ain’t used to a goat
Seein’ a ghost, they choke, like they havin’ a stroke
Show stopper, no one highly, and my flow is a sauna
Like a chopper, that go “blaka”, many ways I can bomb ya
So check it, they really gon’ feel it, when I be applyin’ this dope
I’m really the shit, they really just pissed, they really just want me to croak
But, I’m still breathin’, fuck is you meanin’? Really don’t want all this smoke
Cuz I ain’t quittin’, you bitches are trippin’, I’m back with the biz, now, let’s go
It’s like I’m runnin’ a fever, leakin’ ether when I heat her
I’m Mona Lisa, I’m a Caesar, yeah, I’m Eagle with a reaver, so fuck ‘em
They got it all, yeah, that’s just my luck
So, I’m runnin’ amuck, it’s mothafuckin’ Pynt, and Young Buck
Now y’all fucked
[Chorus: Pynt]
Yeah, said “maybe they don’t like me”
Yeah, I’m thinkin’ that, that might be
Or maybe, it’s my white tee (yeah)
Aye yo, maybe, it’s my rhyme scheme
(Yeah, I’m thinkin’ that, that might be, so, maybe, I don’t give a fuck)
You could tell ‘em that I ain’t givin’ up
(They just mad, cuz they ain’t did enough, and maybe I don’t give a fuck)
They just mad, cuz they ain’t did enough
(Yeah, well maybe I don’t give a fuck, just maybe)

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I really got the trap goin’ crazy (goin’ crazy)
Or, maybe, I just fucked your old lady (ooh)
36 ounces, you really can’t weigh me (what?)
30 round clips, yeah, you really gon’ pay me (now, for real)
I used to come through, now, they ain’t seen me lately (what?)
I been tryna run through everything the plug gave me (skrrt)
Pray for me, baby, if you really tryna save me (Lord)
You know what I’ma do, if these n***as could try to play me (brrah)
I got bitches, say they love me, and I know these hoes hate me (hey)
I can’t follow you, don’t know where you gon’ take me (where you goin’?)
Never let a broke bitch come and break me (nah)
The main reason I gotta keep it off safety (what up?)
You don’t know my next move, can’t dictate me (shh)
I’d rather buy a hundred AKs for a 8 piece (whoa)
Don’t mistake me, my hands still in it (aye)
I’m the reason why the young n***as bag it up and get it (yeah)
Buckshots
[Chorus: Pynt]
Yeah, said “maybe they don’t like me”
Yeah, I’m thinkin’ that, that might be
Or maybe, it’s my white tee (yeah)
Aye yo, maybe, it’s my rhyme scheme
(Yeah, I’m thinkin’ that, that might be, so, maybe, I don’t give a fuck)
You could tell ‘em that I ain’t givin’ up
(They just mad, cuz they ain’t did enough, and maybe I don’t give a fuck)
They just mad, cuz they ain’t did enough
(Yeah, well maybe I don’t give a fuck, just maybe)