($UPREME, you're a bitch)
Yeah, yeah (Okayjml)
Y'all owe me a lot, need reparations (Huh?)
Lil' boy, tell me, "Congratulations" (Thanks)
It's all that swag, y'all wanna rock now
I outdid like three years ago
And all the money you made (Don't hate me)
I just put it on my earlobe, like, damn
That boy a killer, he going over and under for skrilla
Know you a fan, you can come take a picture (Take a picture)
I swear I'm on, and that's word of my, word of my, word of my
Wait, riding with pistols, fucking on crystal
Three bad hoes and I'm right in the middle (First)
Car go ballistic, I'm narcissistic (Skrrt)
Rich as fuck, you can check the logistic (Bitch)
Up in the hills, but I came from the streets
Come with the smoke, I'm okay with the beef
I promise y'all, they want me to turn it up
It's us versus them, bitch, we come in first (Uh)
Dye my hair red, now they think I'm on pop shit
Walk up on me, trust me, I'ma pop shit
Rollie, Plain Jane, my wrist look flawless
Fuck her on the plane, goddamn, I'm obnoxious
Kinda jet lagged, so I got a little attitude
When I touch down, I'm going straight to Malibu
Chrome Hearts gallery, YSL, all of you
Other rappers scared of the internet so they stay on mute
Damn, say what I want, y'all ain't canceling shit
Tell these TikTokers to hop off my dick
Tell the promoter to give me my check
I don't know no one else that does it like this
Prada on my feet, and my teeth two thousand
Really came up from the military housing
Go back a couple years, everybody doubtin'
Now dudes do see me, these bitches move mountains
Wait, riding with pistols, fucking on crystal
Three bad hoes and I'm right in the middle (First)
Car go ballistic, I'm narcissistic (Skrrt)
Rich as fuck, you can check the logistic (Bitch)
Up in the hills, but I came from the streets
Come with the smoke, I'm okay with the beef (Bitch)
I promise y'all, they want me to turn it up (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
It's us versus them, bitch, we come in first
Psyched I'm in the first, get a pack
That could never be me (What?)
Probably flex every city, every week
Want a verse, I'ma tax on the feed
But I spazz on the beat
I got bitches, cause scenes, you can't speak to me
Crib look so big like Airbnb (Yeah)
So much cash in my pockets, ain't deep enough
If you talkin' to me, you best speak up (What?)
Got yo' bitch in my DMs, she's talkin' 'bout meetin' up
I might go beat it up (Yeah)
I'm so hot, I'm on fire, we heatin' up
Baby, you see that we climb to the top
Pass on these labels, we still never stop
All of these hoes, they gon' flock and they listen
We fuckin' up, makin' hits in the kitchen
Countin' up cheese like some simple edition
My head down on the ground 'cause I stay on a mission, bitch
