Look At Me

Pop out of the all-black beamer
My song blastin' through your speakers
Talk shit, but you beg for features
You my student, bitch, I'm the teacher
When I drop got my stans goin' crazy
Shoutout to Brazil and Haiti
Writin' hits for the gays now, baby
2k for a song, bitch, pay me

Get boys hooked like I'm adderall, when you fuck like me, it's natural
I'm known, I'm international, That Kid's a star after all
Bombastic, fantastic, when you look then you're looking right at it
Stop traffic, God magic, pray to my bussy just like you're a catholic

Who's he? Look at me, look at me
Sushi? That bitch over there's a wannabe (a wannabe)
Who's he? Look at me, look at me (uh-huh)
Sushi? That bitch over there's a wannabe (a wannabe)

Know you love the skinny waist in my crop top
Always look fresh to death, bitch I pop off
Call me Kylie, big lips with the lip gloss
Pretty face, still a bitch don't get cross
Ride beats like I ride dick, come on
Got a real heavy flow, need a tampon
Everything that I do gotcha' locked on
Ain't cute with the fade, boy, you're dead wrong

Like Rihanna, I shine like a diamond
Private airline, just when I'm flying
Looking real cute on a private island
Stay running shit just like a tyrant
Baby girl, you know I'm next up
Pretty boy who can spit and a good fuck
Stop tryin', ho, you know you suck
You'll never be me, but bitch, good luck

Who's he? Look at me, look at me
Sushi? That bitch over there's a wannabe (a wannabe)
Who's he? Look at me, look at me (uh-huh)
Sushi? That bitch over there's a wannabe (a wannabe)