Infamous

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh)

These bitches delirious, why they act mysterious
They all know my name anyway, i'm so infamous
Bad bitch, right beside me
Flexing, is a hobby
Why you, tryna test me
Cos I stole, your shorty
These bitches delirious, why they act mysterious
They all know my name anyway, i'm so infamous
Bad bitch, right beside me
Flexing, is a hobby
Why you, tryna test me
Cos I stole, your shorty

Flexing ain't just, a hobby
I pull up with Balenciaga, printed on my jeans
Yeah these diamonds, on my neck
They rock out, they pop out
They gleam
Fuck the club, with my neck
They tryna be like me, just put it all to rest
You can't, copy me
You can't, follow me
You can't, have xans with me
And you can't, be with me
So while you, follow him
I got, the recipe
So imma go, and win
You won't get, the best of me
You won't see me, no more
Rocking Prada, and Dior
I'm the best, so I gotta reach for the stars
Bulletproof vest on me, danger lurks in the dark
Girl you know, our love could've been like art
But you went and chose him, so it fell apart

These bitches delirious, why they act mysterious
They all know my name anyway, i'm so infamous
Bad bitch, right beside me
Flexing, is a hobby
Why you, tryna test me
Cos I stole, your shorty
These bitches delirious, why they act mysterious
They all know my name anyway, i'm so infamous
Bad bitch, right beside me
Flexing, is a hobby
Why you, tryna test me
Cos I stole, your shorty

(Cos I stole, your shorty)
(And I know, you hate me)
(Cos I stole, your shorty)
(And I know, you hate me)



Credits
Writer(s): Laurent Sarafijanovic
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