Isabella’s Executoin

Verse 1
Yo Isabella, step up, this a lyrical war
But your fat ass already strugglin’ to the door
You talk all big, like you hot in the street
But you heavy-breathin’ hard just from standin’ on your feet
You scream “I’m that bitch!” — nah, you barely a joke
Every flex that you drop is just second-hand smoke
Cool? You ain’t cool, you a motherf***in’ mess
Even sweat on your shirt sayin’ “girl, confess.”
(Ad-lib: “Yeah, you know it’s true!”)

Verse 2
You fake with the Gucci, fake flex, fake face
Whole vibe garbage, bitch, a total disgrace
You ain’t savage, nah, you just loud as hell
Shoppin’ clearance racks, but you call it Chanel
DMs empty, nobody hit “send,”
Your followers fake, girl, you buy them to pretend
You think you the queen? Bitch, you barely the jester
Life roasted you first, I’m just the investor
(Ad-lib: “Facts! Facts! Hold this L.”)

Verse 3
Your thighs clap louder than the beats I spit
Only marathon you run is a buffet trip
Say you got hustle, but you broke, that’s a fact
Your whole life’s credit — and your card just maxed
Bella, you a fraud, a fluke, a disgrace
A sad TikTok filter with no real face
You dream about fame, but you never gon’ pop
You the Walmart version of everything I drop
(Ad-lib: “Discount ass bitch!”)

Verse 4
Every word out your mouth just desperate and weak
You “bossed up”? Nah bitch, you peaked last week
Talkin’ like you savage, but you soft in the core
You built like a fridge — wide frame, no door
This the part of the track where your pride gets erased
Your legacy’s trash, bitch, your name’s a disgrace
You can clap back? Nah, don’t even try
You a punchline, Bella — now lay down and die
(Ad-lib: “Game overrrr.”)

Outro
This the lyrical coffin, I nailed it shut
Every dream that you had, I sliced and cut
You a fraud, you a clown, you a wannabe fool
Bitch, remember this forever —
ISABELLA AIN’T COOL
(Ad-lib fade-out: “Dead. Finished. Pack her up. Goodbye.”)