Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Touch grass You step like you own my past Side eye Cheap shot Wrong class You talk big But you talk trash Walk in Actin’ like you know my sins Name in your mouth again You got nerve Yeah You got nerves (hmm) [Pre-Chorus] You keep tryna get a rise out me Throwing little lines Tryna climb on me I’m unbothered Baby Honestly You ain’t got the range You ain’t got receipts (nah) [Chorus] Touch grass This girl is givin’ me sass Don’t talk to me like that I honestly don’t care Touch grass You’re loud but you’re fallin’ flat You can keep your fake flair I honestly don’t care (don’t care, don’t care) [Verse 2] Deep sigh You rehearse Then you press “try” Drama like it’s do or die I just watch you waste your time You post Looking for a little roast You a ghost doin’ the most I’m the one you can’t provoke (hey!) [Pre-Chorus] You keep tryna put your weight on me But you light work That’s a baby seat I’m so far up out your petty league Say it with your chest or let it be [Chorus] Touch grass This girl is givin’ me sass Don’t talk to me like that I honestly don’t care Touch grass You’re loud but you’re fallin’ flat You can keep your fake flair I honestly don’t care (uh-uh, uh-uh) [Bridge] You say “no” I say “go” Take that tone To your own show You say “stop” I say “walk” If you talk Better back that talk (yeah) [Chorus] Touch grass This girl is givin’ me sass Don’t talk to me like that I honestly don’t care Touch grass You’re loud but you’re fallin’ flat You can keep your fake flair I honestly don’t care (don’t care) I honestly don’t care (nah)
Tags
funk, Greasy modern funk groove with slapped bass, clav stabs, and tight live drums; male vocals half-spoken, half-sung with sassy attitude. Pre-chorus leans into syncopated guitars and call‑and‑response ad‑libs, chorus explodes with gang shouts, horn stabs, and a sticky chant hook. Bridge strips to bass, drums, and handclaps before a final, rowdy chorus.
Duration
2:46
Instrumental
No
Created
3/26/2026