Ain't talking housewives
But I'm in the Porsche
First I'ma scorch her
Then I'ma torch her


Then I'ma torture her
Then I'ma off her
A million dollars for a show
They made they Off-er


Go against Nicki
It's gon' cost ya'
'Cause now It's fuck ya'
Intercourse ya'


I rep queens where they
Listen to a bunch of Nas
I'ma yes, and these bitches is a bunch of nahs


Tryin' to win a gun fight
With a bunch of knifes
I win, get off the bench
And give a bunch of fives


I don't see her
Bitch I'm the greatest
No Kendrick
And No Sia


I'm the iPhone
You the Nokia
Everybody know you jealous
Bitch, it's so clear!


Tell 'em bum ass bitches
To play they role
She see my sexy ass
Every time she scroll
I got it in the can
Dole!
Your career gon' be with
Anna Nicole


Witcha dumbass face
She ain't eatin'
But I swear
She got some bum ass taste


Text her man like
"Dawg, how that bum ass taste?"
Pay your rent!
And say in your bum ass place


Oh, you the que-en, the que-en
Of this here?
ONE PLATINUM PLAQUE
ALBUM FLOPPED
BITCH WHERE?

(Bitch where?)

(Laughs)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


I took two bars off
JUST TO LAUGH!
You see silly rabbit
To be the QUEEN OF RAP
You gotta SELL RECORDS!
You gotta GET PLAQUES


'S'
Plural, like the 'S' on my chest
Now sit yo' dumbass down
You gotta F on yo' test

(F on yo' test)