〈verse 1〉
Chase radio, b#tch, welcome on air
Wait ’til your girl blows like conair
Chrome trucker and some 80 inch long hair
I’mma talk sh#t like i’m up in the salon chair
Stop playin, got some tr-nnies on go mode
Have you ever shot a sex tape on a go-pro?
Well i have, it was fun
Crazy b#tch made him f#ck me with a gun
〈verse 2〉
I’m most hated by some
‘cos they know f#cking me is like chewing 5 gum
There ain’t a state or country i don’t catch a flight from
Now it’s strawberries on my tata’s in the sun
Hi, hater, want a shady lil comeback?
Your sh#t sounds like where they dump c#m at (#ss)
b#tch, get your clockbody left in the trash
I am not a twittеr b#tch, no i get cash
〈verse 3〉
b#tches can’t drive, can’t ordеr doordash
Why you mad at me? ‘cos you use a bus pass?
I would f#ck her man but i heard he bust fast
And if i see her out? girlie better bust #ss
‘cos i’m on it
And i got a deep-ass throat, don’t you want it
You know how i run this sh#t, supersonic
Hit the burke williams for a colonic
〈verse 4〉
Here’s a snapple fact, i will never do sex
But i got mean throat, word to mucinex
You only got one kelly, i got two sets
Am i post-op, m#th*rf#ck*r you bet
I’m a starr b#tch, like sidney
Can’t drink, only got one kidney
Pills in the trunk like lindsay
Talkin’ bout bags but you only get ipsy
〈verse 5〉
P-p-p#ss# bald like anthony fantano
Serving c#nt, b#tch, you’re giving brad mondo
Rocking von dutch but you should be rocking von hoe
Kick rocks, hit the freeway, get gone hoe
Disses make the girls shake like johnson & johnson
And i just downtown funked mark ronson
20 missed calls and they’re all from tristan thompson
Looking just like a t.s. taylor momson
〈verse 6〉
You b#tches mustard, i’m like a whip shot
Still droppin tracks from the starbucks hotspot
Gave away couture, ended up on depop
I, tonya make a b#tch knee pop
Dsl’s and i’m sippin on a tree top
Every record label knows i can’t be topped
Flirting with the cute guy at the weed shop
Bring in britney when i make the beat drop
〈verse 7〉
You b#tches ain’t like me
Big, fat birkin and a new ep
And i don’t do a thing for the free
Hate, but you always watch like cars 2
Jealous cos my body looks just like a cartoon
Candy painted drop top and it’s all blue
Only 22 and my t#tt#es all new
〈outro〉
Are you ready for the girlfriend experience?
You can’t come to my party
Save you from the streets
p#ss# killed the trapstar
There’s only one cunt
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