Vanity

[Intro] I mean, yeah, baby Yeah, fuck with that? Me too [Verse] First off, the shirt smell like Maison Francis Kurkdjian Burned down Bergdorf, murdered the jawn Flirting with some old broad in Dior, I'm a Sauvage Ain't no Tracee Ellis Rosses up at Ross Maybe Erewhon and Balenciaga Erewhon What's that scent you wearing, is that Grand Soir? Is that Porsche you call your car, all that Enfants you got on You trying to trauma bond, crying inside the Prada store Like a spoiled little mama's boy, rocking joggers like a tomboy Aaliyah with the Tommy boxers on Niggas thought they was watching me fall off for so long, they ran out of popcorn Sodas, nachos, and hot dogs (hot dogs) (Hot dogs) My shit hit different, I look better than bitches Said to her, listen, beauty isn't gender specific The only thing feminine about me is the scent is by Clive Christian One would think that I was trying to find religion, but God body don't shop at True Religion The truth was written in plain sight, it was hidden The Range nice, cocaine white, like pagan women Never pay to hit, we some ladykillers, Mercedes 680 whippers Whipping like yay in the kitchen, nigga [Interlude] Yeah, you bum ass niggas ought to be ashamed of yourselves in them PURPLE BRAND jeans, man And y'all fucked the Cubans up, too [Outro] Mirror, mirror on the wall, I wish you could talk Dog, I put that shit on I'm shitting where I want, like a dog, I should be getting walked I piss on the floor in Dior and Louis Vuitton I shit on the floor in Dejeun and Yves Saint Laurent I do what the fuck I want in Isabel Marant Then run up in Lanvin and pull a stunt My bitch could suck a bullet out a... uh