NARCISSIST! ft. K$hOT Lyrics

Move, like what, like how

Can't trust you no mo'

Can't trust you no mo'

In this room a rat

In this room a hoe

Gotta watch out for ya niggas, man

You think it be your enemies sometimes but it be the niggas in your circle

I feel so damn narcissistic

Like fuck wrong with you bro?

I feel so damn narcissistic

Shit

I feel so damn narcissistic

Pour up Bacardi, I feel it (Let's go)

Blowin' her back out, let's get it (Let's get it)

Spin on the opps and let's get 'em (Mhmm)

They ain't been hot in a minute (Not hot)

Watch out they plotting to get us

Light up they house I'm a menace (I'm a menace)

I'ma need racks in a minute (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

I feel so damn narcissistic

Guns on auto, feel like Quasi, please no photos

I only touch green, it's a motto

We passin' bitches like it's Flocco

How the fuck you gonna spot wherever I go

Throwing up gang signs, I feel like a Vago

Jump out the truck, I'ma need me some hollows

You spot 'em, we got 'em, don't lock him, it's our go

I'm getting sturdy, I'ma need me a follow

I'm getting back in my bag, I don't borrow (Back in my bag)

40, no 50, spent 40 at Cabo

Now, I need bitches that don't stress me out, bro

You was my nigga since back on the outro

My flow is too crazy, I can't stop 'till I go

Now that I'm rich, I just don't need a mouthful

Where the fuck are you when I'm feeling so doubtful?

These bitches is friends, yes, a couch full

I don't need you, or you, or you (None of y'all niggas)

To tell me what I gotta do

These niggas is clueless, they don't got a clue

What proof do you want? Chris got it on, too

Look out for your "bros", they hungry, too

I feel alone, just don't know what to do

Fuck it

We just gon' hop in the booth

Imagine the rain and not having a roof

Imagine the pain and not having a coupe

Imagine the blame that you get

When niggas upset and they don't have an answer for you

'Cuz I'm in a mood (Imagine)

Bitch, I'm in a mood

Shout out to Scrappy, he gave me a broom (Grrrrrrrah)

And I flew out to Dieuppeul to get me some food (I flew out like what?)

It's too hot, I'm too hot

Bitch, get out the room (Like how?)

I'm big reapa like Charlotte, I'm taking her soul

And these snakes in the come up, i ain't talkin' Gear Four

Niggas sold out the gang for the sake of a hoe

And you lied 'bout it, too, that's a diss and low blow

Drill demons ain't nothing but trouble

They rather bang set then just stay in the bubble

She calling me sexy and tough, big chubble

Betting on 'Stead, gotta up it and double

Gotta be like the vamp, I'm so damn narcissistic

Can't dap 'em no mo', not a smart ass logistic

She toot that thang up, that medulla ballistic

She empty the clip while she sip on that Mystic (Grrrr, baow baow baow)

Every nigga gon' slide to this shit

25 niggas, they holdin' the clip (Abd they holding the clip)

And she aggy, she givin' me lip

She stop all the rara when I eat the clit (Yum yum yummm)

Find a new rapper who better than me

Who prolific as hell, and do dash in the V (Skrrrrrr)

And I'm on my own grind, that's a new set of work (Bitch, I'm working)

I'm the voice for the voiceless, like Keith and Lil Durk (I'm Lil Durk)

And it's EBS, EBK, everyone smurked

Got the X with the boot up like Yeat off the Perc (Grrrrah bow bow bow bow)

Don't say you a fan

Drive the Panda, I can

If he talkin' too crazy, he get put in the van (Like what?)

Let's get it (Like how?)

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah grrah boom

Gang gang gang nigga, grrrrrah

Yeo watch (I feel so damn narcissistic)

Yeo watch, I'ma give y'all my signature look

Grrrr baow baow

(So shut the fuck up then)

(I can't move the train any faster)

(Watch what's going on)

(Listen, no listen)

(I don't give a fuck, listen now listen)

(Suck my dick now)

(Suck my dick now)

(Suck my dick now)

(Suck my dick)