Narcissistic

(Supreme, you're a bitch) (Yeah) (prrh) (whoa-whoa) (Yeah) Yeah, only a lie need reparations Lil' boy, tell me, "Congratulations" 'Cause all that swag y'all wanna rock now I out-did like three years ago Hand all the money you made I just put it on my earlobe Like damn, that boy a killer He goin' over and under for Skrilla Know you a fan, you can come take a picture (take a picture) I swear on Marnin, that's word of my word, of my word, of my way Ridin' with pistols, fuckin' on crystal Three bad hoes and I'm right in the middle Car go ballistic, I'm narcissistic Rich as fuck, you can check the logistic Up in the hills, but I came from the streets Come with the smoke, I'm okay with the beef I promised y'all, they won't get a turn of it It's us versus them, bitch, we come in first My hair red Now they think I'ma pop shit Walk up on me, trust me, I'ma pop shit Roll the Plain Jane, my wrist look flawless Fuck her on the plane, God damn I'm obnoxious Had a jet lag, so I got a little attitude When I touch down, I'm going straight to Malibu Chrome Hearts gallery, why you so Alliu? Other rappers scared of the internet, so they stay on mute Damn, say what I want, yeah, I ain't canceling shit Tell these TikTokers to hop off my dick Tell the promoter to get me my check I don't know no one else who does it like this Prada on my feet and my T-2000 Really came up from the military housin' Go back a couple years, everybody doubtin' Now just they see me, these bitches move mountains (mountains, mountains) (wait) Ridin' with pistols, fuckin' on crystal Three bad hoes and I'm right in the middle Car go ballistic, I'm narcissistic Rich as fuck, you can check the logistic Up in the hills, but I came from the streets Come with the smoke, I'm okay with the beef (bitch) I promised y'all, they won't get a turn of it It's us versus them, bitch, we come in first Aye, aye, y'all psyched in the back of the pack That could never be me (what?) Prolly flexin' this city every week Wanna verse, I'ma taxin' the feed But I spaz on the beat I got bitches, 'cause since 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 talking to me, you best speak up Got yo' bitch in my DM's She talkin' bout meetin' up I might go beat it up (yeah) I'm so hot on my fire, we heatin' up Baby, you see that we climb to the top Pass on these labels, but we still never stop All of these hoes, they gon' flock and they listen They fuckin' know making hits in the kitchen Cuttin' up chips, it's a simple edition 'Bouta head down on the ground, 'cause I stay on the mission bitch