SMFWU

'Fore we was anything

'Fore you could see us

Before we was electric

Well, that was pre-us

Before we ever dreamt it

There's nothing to dream up

'Cause let's be honest

You'd never that this could be us

Now watch me shaking hands

On the carpet in demand

Sliding hard right

Like you're seeing me on Tinder

And I'm wild for the night

Got no plans on getting free

You were Instagraming you

Now you Instagraming me

See me walk up in the room

I'm the same motherfucker, what up

And if you're talking to the crew

Better know you ain't fucking with us

Did it all on our own

They kept telling us no

But now they open up the doors wherever we go

And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers, what up

I sing a pop song, I rap a rock song

I sing a club banger, make them panties drop song

I'm show time, I keep it popping like some popcorn

Now watch me getting money like a mother fucking dot com

This just how you know

When you see me in your city

It's like everywhere I go, everybody fucking with me

Yes, I'm at the top of my game, they all chanting my name

But I told you if you know me, then you know I never change

See me walk up in the room

I'm the same motherfucker, what up

And if you're talking to the crew

Better know you ain't fucking with us

Did it all on our own

They kept telling us no

But now they open up the doors wherever we go

And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers, what up

It's like I'm still a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus

Waving at some drivers, while they scream their favorite choruses

Now fast forward, my song flashes across the dashboard

Is this the life I asked for?

Well, fuck it man, of course it is

I just needed a mic and a stage I could play on

This life's my playground, I'm Harold, with a crayon

Now how'd I draw it so cold, no shrinkage

No size limit on greatness Dinklage

Only getting better, bruh, when I dominate like Federer

But if you don't like my lyrics, send a letter to the editor

His address is fuck you, street name is deal with it

Make sure you tramp stamp it so I know I still get it

Am I a sell out, 'cause every show I sell out

And hang around with fans till they tell me to get the hell out

Middle finger to the haters, tell 'em shut up

So if you feel that, let me hear you say, what up

See me walk up in the room

I'm the same motherfucker, what up

And if you're talking to the crew

Better know you ain't fucking with us

Did it all on our own

They kept telling us no

But now they open up the doors wherever we go

And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers, what up