Yeah, I need a bad bitch who wears a corset
Name another rapper who is more important
Haters think I'm straight trash, maybe more or less
Nigga that is straight cap, check your sources
But if I'm garbage, how I shop at the departments
With all the crazy garments
And you still making me your target?
Just admit it, I'm your favorite artist
I'm feeding off of all the hate, you bring the harvest
Talk shit on the internet, passive
But ain't the same in real life, you a catfish
Telling me that I'm broke, nigga that's rich
While I got my wallet bigger than a fat kid
And this idea really isn't far fetched
They hate on me being a rapper cuz they aren't yet
They tell me all this shit like I'm their fuckin therapist
Matter of fact, you should prolly get a therapist
Haters really want me all to themselves
While I got my music flying off the shelves
You been going 'round my waist like a belt
Louie V, but I just copped the Chanel
And I see you rocking with me and my motion (motion)
Haters think I'm hot garbage and I know it (know it)
Yeah I'm dogshit, that's why I got the crowds
One day I'll be rolling up at rolling loud
Fuck the world with the condom with the gold wrap
I'm the shit so let a motherfucker know that
Take out my dick, I'm letting all my haters hold that
Pussy so good that when she left, I took a Prozac
Pussy boy, why don't you say what you mean
How the fuck they let you stay in the scene
Better know that you can't play in my team
Better back up cuz we spray magazines (Bop, bop, bop)