(feat. Rico Nasty & PRO TEENS)[Hook: PRO TEENS]How come you staring like you don’t know what it’s forGet your shit together, get your jaw up off the floorHow come you staring like you don’t know what it’s forGet your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor[Verse 1: Ritchie With a T]We got these niggas looking at me, like they've never seen a nigga put a real ass fucking fit togetherThey're so used to looking at these new goddamn Instagra..Y’all niggas seen these Instagram pages?Where they literally show you the whole entire outfit and the price range from head to toe niggaSo today, Ian Connor doesn’t happen to have anything on top of his headBut he does happen to have the Supreme Playboy collab jacket onThen we're just gonna go ahead and skip to the bottom, 'cause can you guys notice that he does have the Rape 3000's on, and those are gonna cost you 'bout $450 deadstockYo the new dressing off the mannequin shitYou a cool guy, no I'm black on some Anakin shitI be breaking necks and I ain't even planning these fitsWhen I walk in I've got everyone panicking shit likeLike why would you wear those to a functionYou know they gon' get stepped onYou know you gon' be punching niggasBut I got two pairsAnything that can will, Murphy Lee's law, stunting[Verse 2: Rico Nasty]You know that you are a black girl right?Your hairs 'sposed to be sowed in not spiked upI do what I want not whatever gets the likes upThey don't like my outfit but they like the outcomeYou never seen these shoes, well that's the reason I bought themThey copy my swag you can see that I taught themFresh to death I belong in a coffinBut I'm way too liked to die so often express myselfPut it in a song so I don't kill myselfListen to it back and then I heal myselfI got money and the power and I'm still myselfMomma said don't go broke tryin' to fill yourselfMomma said don't break tryin' to build yourselfAnd don't feel ashamed if you need some help'Cause we all do, 'cause we all loseI got it[Verse 3: Stepa J. Groggs]'Cause we all know someone who blown their whole rent on some Off-WhitesI ain't got none but I still tripping off whiteLost my momma and I lost my mindAnd I still ain't got my hair rightYeah, out in London I was dropping poundsWhile my pockets fat off sinking soundsHad me dressed like the cover from Seeing SoundsGot all these clones frontin' trying to be me nowI'm like[Outro: PRO TEENS + Injury Reserve]How come you staring like you don’t know what it’s forGet your shit together, get your jaw up off the floorHow come you staring like you don’t know what it’s forGet your shit together, get your jaw up off the floorHow come you staring like you don’t know what it’s forGet your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor (How Sway?)How come you staring like you don’t know what it’s forGet your shit together, get your jaw up off the floorJaw up off the floorGet your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor