作词 : Tate Kobang/Onika Maraj/Kameron Cole/Kendall Taylor/Christopher Wallace/Steven Howse/Anthony Henderson/Bryon McCane/Sean Combs/Steven Jordan
作曲 : Tate Kobang/Onika Maraj/Kameron Cole/Kendall Taylor/Christopher Wallace/Steven Howse/Anthony Henderson/Bryon McCane/Sean Combs/Steven Jordan
[Intro]
Tony ain't shit
A-yo
[Verse 1]
Barbie dangerous
We b*****s, don't endanger us
You are over, ain't a range of us
'Cause I want one, one, one, angel numbers
Fashions and Burberry rain boots
Lookin' like every designer fade muse
Front row necks 'til the who's who?
Tryna build another Barbie doll, screw's lose
Name a rapper that can channel Big Papa and push out Papa Bear, whole mother of the year
Every summer I come out, do what, b*****s disappear, but to me it's just another year
She ain't got that kind of flare, let me see what I'ma wear, they gon' cop, I'm aware, my clear
Heavy on the AR, facts, he can take it from the back when he asks what's all in my hair, um, yeah
[Chorus]
Spit your game, pop your shit, face on pretty, ass they thick
Beef with who? She got the right one, all these rap b*****s ain't got it like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the type on, pink one ticket, I got the light one
These bad b*****s you like is my sons, stick 'em on 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 and this bread if we buy food
And I'm still queenin', Chanel bags
They still swingin', all hits
They still swingin', ain't like the flow? They still streamin'
But it's kill season, you apologize but it's still treason
Got 'em steamin' like dry cleanin'
Move on my time, I ain't no demon
Hoes words ain't got no meanin'
Queen of this rap shit, Bohemian
Their worst nightmare, they still dreamin'
B*****s Jack and I'm still queen
And I'm still prayin'
You would too if you knew how these jealous b*****s move
First twenty-two by twenty-two
They don't know the half 'til they're cracked in two
So called beef with who, wait, who?
Broke a couple rap niggas heart in two
Now that my jack pun interviews (Interviews, 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-B-C
Go home or do it B-I-G
My throne, they can't S-A-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 they thick
Beef with who? She got the right one, all these rap b*****s ain't got it like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the type on, pink one ticket, I got the light one
These bad b*****s you like is my sons, stick 'em on this rap shit when I'm done
编辑于2023/12/10更新