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)