Conceited

(Honed, Patty Beats)
Making tracks, you can't beat it (Nah)
Feeling so conceited (Yah)
All these bitches know that I'm hot
Now they heated (Yah)
I won't have to remix (Nah)
Y'all are gonna keep this (Yah)
Bump this in the seat of your cars or on your speakers (Ooh)

Hop up in this shit, change the industry
Like a fucking Lysol, ain't nobody clean as me
Call me Human Torch, cause the kid is gonna bring some heat
That bitch is acting like a virus, imma hit delete (Duh duh)
I'm baking with these hits, you know I'm about to cook up
When I pull up to the spot, you know they all look up (Woah)
Like a pair of dice, I got these bitches all shook up (True)
These motherfuckers stupid, they just gotta get they book up (Ha ha)
I don't fuck with fake friends or fake hoes neither (Ooh)
Yah I plan my shit, you know that I'm a fucking schemer
Got a fancy whip, got massage chairs with the heaters
Thousand dollar pay check,
And I spend it on some fucking sneakers (Yah)
I see all these fakes out here doing nothing (Nothing)
While I'm getting bands and I show up straight stunting (Stunting)
Twenty-four seven, yah you know I'm out here hustling (Hustling)
I'm rising to the top, so I'll let y'all know I'm coming (On my way)
We go so hard, yea you thought this was a mosh pit (Ooh)
My life so crazy, they gone write a biopic (True)
Get me some diamonds, I need something to rock with
I'm in a plane, you in a different kind of cock pit (haha)

Making tracks, you can't beat it (Nah)
Feeling so conceited (Yah)
All these bitches know that I'm hot
Now they heated (Yah)
I won't have to remix (Nah)
Y'all are gonna keep this (Yah)
Bump this in the seat of your cars or on your speakers (Ooh)

Fake personas, can't tell if they friend or foe (Who)
You acting like a genius but you don't really know (Nah)
Know that I'm present like the box with the bow (Yah)
You know I'm in this shit now and I'm not gonna go (Ooh)
I got good bars, little bit cocky (Yah yah)
Beating this shit like motherfucking Rocky (Woah Woah)
Canadian, but I ain't a fan of that hockey (Fuck that)
I'm rising in the game, and none of y'all can stop me (Ooh)
Cuz if you add all the numbers
Logically I'm finna win
Like a 3 shot, I get it in
And it's never going to end
I'm a god with the pen
You can't see, get you new lens
Drive around in a new benz
Talk to you me, but you ain't my friend, nah (Nah)
Ain't my friend, nah you a fake to the homies
Get out of my face bruh, cuz you do not know me (Nah)
Before I start balling like Kobe
And get these bands all up on me
Imma cut y'all down, just like a shinobi
Yea imma sneak around, do this shit so lowkey
We moving like the mob, and bitch you fucking owe me (Yah you do)
So watch what you saying when you speaking on the Carter
If you acting like a bitch, imma beat you like a father
Sipping bubbly, luxury in a sauna
Don't play games, cuz I don't got time to get caught up

Tracks, you can't beat it (Ooh)
Feeling so conceited (Yah)
All these bitches know that I'm hot
Now they heated (Ooh)
I won't have to remix (Yah)
Y'all are gonna keep this (Yah)
Bump this in the seat of your cars
Or on your speakers



Credits
Writer(s): Carter Svacina
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