[Verse 1] Barbie dangerous Weak bitches don't endanger us You are over, you ain't in range of us 'Cause I won, won, won, won, angel numbers Splash in some Burberry rain boots Lookin' like every designer fave muse Front row, next to the who's who Tryna build another Barbie doll, screw's loose Name a rapper that could channel Big Poppa and push out Papa Bear Ho, I'm mother of the year Every summer, I come out to walk bitches, make 'em disappear But to me, it's just another year She ain't got that kind of flair, let me see what I'ma wear They gon' copy, I'ma wear Moncler Heavy on the arch (Facts), he was hittin' from the back Then he asked was all this my hair, um, yeah
[Chorus] Spit your game, pop your shit Face on pretty, ass stay thick Beef with who? She got the right one All these rap bitches, ain't got to like none Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one Pink one taken, I got the white one These rap bitches you like is my sons Still gon' run this rap shit when I'm done
[Verse 2] I'm still sittin' here, you got a lot to prove Appreciatin' my solitude Beef ain't my go-to But I got bags of this bread if we buyin' food And I'm still queenin' Chanel bags, they still swingin' Old hits, they still swingin' They love the flow, they still streamin' But it's kill season You apologized, but it's still treason Got 'em steamin' like dry cleanin' Move on my time and I ain't no demon Hoes' words ain't got no meanin' Queen of this rap shitty, Bohemian They worst nightmare, they still dreamin' Bitches jackin', I'm still queenin' And I'm still prayin' You would too if you knew How these jealous bitches move First .22 by twenty-two They don't know the half 'til they cracked in two So-called beef with who, wait, who? Broke a couple rap niggas hearts in two Now them ah chat pon interviews It's clear to see they wanna be me Hit the road, E-X-I-T My flow, they B-I-T Shots thrown, but I-D-C Go home or do it B-I-G My throne, they can't S-I-T My crown, you can't F-I-T I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
[Chorus] Spit your game, pop your shit Face on pretty, ass stay thick Beef with who? She got the right one All these rap bitches they ain't got to like none Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one Pink one taken, I got the white one These rap bitches you like is my sons Still gon run this rap shit when I'm doneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
