Impost3r Lyrics

(Trendy back in the booth)

Bitch all in my face but I know nothin bout her

I be feeling boujee when I'm in designer

Crazy how I'm up by flipping every dollar

Crazy up in school I never was a scholar

Always wanted money ever since a toddler

Now I'm up I put that on my father

She just wanna fuck so I could get her Prada

Niggas fake and acting real imposter

If they tryna hit me tell em not to bother

I be moving like a don dada

Gang be with me that's the top shotta

And your bitch known as the top baba

Brody pulled up with that 2liter

I don't drink but I'll give you a teaser

I could tell in bed you like a skeeza But you not a thot could tell through your demeanor

I can't lie I feel like Justin Bieber

And you know a couple bitches got some Bieber fever

Got my shawty dripping looking like a diva

Mackage coat witta couple sneakers Bracelet cost about a feature

VVS's on her wrist look like it left the freezer

And I had to ice you out to show you you a keeper

Had to show these other bitches I would never leaver her

I can't lie I be walking creeping like a demon

Bitches always on me tryna swallow semen

I got too much ice so they think I'm anemic

If that bitch a thot told bro to kill and leave it

If I get a Patek ima freeze it

I be flexing with my watch but feel like I don't need it

I can't even tell the time on this shit but it's flee shit

I remember when these niggas thought I wouldn't be shit

Remember when these bitches dubbed me

They ain't love me

Now I got all these bands on me

Now, she just wanna fuck and make some plans on me

Now I got her dancing like my bitch wrist

Tell that bitch to kiss dick

I'm just tryna get rich

She just tryna fuck cause she know I make real hits

I cannot show love

I ain't one to deal with

You cannot pull up if you on that kid shit

Bitch all in my face but I know nothing about her

I be feeling boujee when I'm in designer

Crazy how I'm up by flipping every dollar

Crazy up in school I never was a scholar

Always wanted money ever since a toddler

Now I'm up I put that on my father

She just wanna fuck so I could get her Prada

Niggas fake and actin real imposter

If they tryna hit me tell em not to bother

I be moving like a don dada

Gang be with me that's the top shotta

And your bitch known as the top baba

Brody pulled up with that 2liter

I don't drink but I'll give you a teaser

I could tell in bed you like a skeeza But you not a thot could tell through your demeanor