(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