Immortal Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
Ayy
Yeah, Saweetie got a bag right
I feel like I was Cleopatra in my past life
People tried to count me out, clearly couldn't add right
I might not know everything but, b*tch, I know that's right
Clique of bad b*tches with me, it's gon' be a good night
My n*ggas ain't in movies but they always seem to act right
Turn a grown man to a baby with this night night
He gon' make me call a plumber if he got that bad pipe (A'ight)
(I) I'ma break the internet this week
(C) See, these b*tches ain't f*ckin' with me
(Y) Why you b*tches always in my business?
(Icy) The type of bad b*tch you never killin', never
I mix that yak with kombucha
Got good karma and good Kama Sutra
Photographers, all up in my face, loving mе
Binoculars, Imm lookin’ all around for who can f*ck with me
None
Tie my shoеs up, I'm goin' on a run
I could pull your n*gga with no makeup and a bun
My gay homeboys said, "b*tch, don't leave no crumbs"
Wait, I think I heard something
Oh it's just them b*tches at the bottom who ain't worth nothin' (Huh)
I can't hear nothin', sittin' pretty at the top (Top)
Get my phone (Brrr), yeah, time to call the shots (Shots)
My residency poppin', pre-gamin' out in Vegas (Mwah)
At the Usher show, singin', "There goes my baby" (Baby, ha-ha)
Two thousand, that's what's worth these nails
A b*tch paid for fake reports on my first week sales
I just got a jumbo, double flap, bag from Chanel
And I'm grade A, but haters wanna see me fail
It's in me, not on me, I'm married to the game
For real, huh, but, f*ck it, let me take my time
Like the DMV, I make you n*ggas wait in line
Look at my vibe and my spirit, ain't no takin' mine (Nope)
Made millions and I still got plenty more to make
I got the whole f*ckin' world on my shoulder blades
My last EP was like you hoes, just a throwaway
I took sh*t over before it's time to run it back
If it's a race around these hoes, sh*t, I'm runnin' laps
Got a new condo on London, and got London on the Track
Ayy, yeah, I'm poppin' big sh*t
And 'bout my business, investin' all these riches
But I need a foot massage, I'm tired of stepping on you b*tches, for real
And I'm back full throttle
[Outro]
I know y'll b*tches wish I would go model but, damn
Girl, the mood board is back
I know y'all glam teams miss me
I ain't even mad
Copy and paste, hoe
I'm the inspiration
Pretty b*tch Music
Mwah (Pretty b*tch Music)