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