Privately narcissistic
Gonna make that my side shit
Building up in my own world
But I don't really like it
Reckless
I go through these checks and
Balancing my act on
A needlepoint in Cypress
I'm narcissistic
I hate your guts and I like it
I hate your bitch and I like it
Talking makes me fight it
I bet you're really stupid
You probably... like dog shit
You think you taste like chocolate
Taught that bitch not to grow up
Now I'm raising a baby
Asked me if we could hang out
And all I thought was maybe (Not!)
I'm like, crazy
But we all got the same thing
Basically it's a blank game
Loving how I'm a fake king
Lying down in a slow car
Taking easy shots at browns in my armoire
Keeping everything to make me look taller
And I'll drop a song causе buddy made a Triller
Baby little kids in thе comments, uh
Say they better than Drake, they promise, uh
Then they get mad like, hot shit, uh
Why ain't all my friends still bop this, huh?
Baby little kids in the comments, uh
Say they better than Drake, they promise, uh
Then they get mad like, hot shit, uh
Why ain't all my friends still bop this, huh?
Baby little kids in the comments, uh
Say they better than Drake, they promise, uh
Then they get mad like, hot shit, uh
Why ain't all my friends still bop this, huh?
Baby little kids in the comments, uh
Say they better than Drake, they promise, uh
Then they get mad like, hot shit, uh
Why ain't all my friends still bop this, huh?
Baby little kids in the comments, uh
Say they better than Drake, they promise, uh
Then they get mad like, hot shit, uh
Why ain't all my friends still bop this, huh?
Baby little kids in the comments, uh
Say they better than Drake, they promise, uh
Then they get mad like, hot shit, uh
Why ain't all my friends still bop this, huh?
Baby little kids in the comments, uh
Say they better than Drake, they promise, uh
Then they get mad like, hot shit, uh
Why ain't all my friends still bop this, huh?
Baby little kids in the comments, uh
Say they better than Drake, they promise, uh
Then they get mad like, hot shit, uh
Why ain't all my friends still-
Taught that bitch not to grow up
Now I'm raising a baby
Asked me if we could hang out
And all I thought was maybe (Not!)
I'm like, crazy
But we all got the same thing
Basically it's a blank game
Loving how I'm a fake king
Lying down in a slow car
Taking easy shots at browns in my armoire
Give it everything to make me look taller
And I'll drop a song cause buddy made a