ISSUES & MAGAZINES

[Verse 1]
Yo, fuck the making up
Bitch, this ain’t Maybelline
It’s time to throw some shots, issues & magazines
I like my diamonds yellow, think my jewels Phillipine
I could say one line, and make a bitch a meme
Bitch, watch your mouth, ‘cause my respect, I’ll kill ‘bout
They making alter egos off of my appeal now
It’s time for plan Columbine, I’m sick of teaching lessons
They know my wrist is a fucking bioluminescent
The fuck I look like spearing bitches when they name ain’t Britney?
I made him get down on his Chinese & come eat the Kitty
Don’t think it’s sweet just because I sing a bit, bitches
Yo name Lebron, so, I hit you with the heat, nigga
The only bitch to come and switch it like it’s magic
These hoes runs’ ain’t gone be for long, ‘cause they asthmatic
I’m overseas if you wonder where I be’s, honey
Walk in the club, & I’m throwin’ up my rap money
And all ya music got me jaded, got me bored, bitch
This shit ain’t working, try Hidden Valley endorsements
They flock together, washin’ bitches in they bird bath
That choppa sing a lullaby, bitch, take your dirt-nap

[Verse 2]
Okay, okay, okay
Tell a bum bitch “Stay the fuck out my way”
Turn to a beast when I’m puttin’ the paws on these bitches and shit, since they wanna get played
My foot on necks, they tryna start another movement
Like ‘Teen Beach’, bitches Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’
They try to fit my style, they get Breonna tailored
Oh, don’t worry, I’m the rap game’s savior
Wrist game in another galaxy
Back shots on the top of the balcony
Like a whore they suck, so actually, fuck all these hoes, pornography
Man, I be with niggas that shoot cribs with the mamas in ‘em
You know the choppa go “Brrrak!”, like Obama did it
Sat on my throne? Oh, I know you bitches didn’t
You hoes ain’t kunt, man, y’all pussy, I see hella kittens
Bitch, are you dumb? A barren bitch ain’t conceiving no kids
My bitches spitters, might as well walk around with some bibs
Now every bitch tryna be Girly, Princess, pink, & trans
They think they icy ‘til I knock the drink up out they hand
You bitches rats, & it calls for an inspection
I shut ‘em down, hoes won’t be Back 2 Business again

[Verse 3]
The only bitch that’s really ‘round here makin’ revenue
The only bitch these bitches put up on a pedestal
I showed these rapper bitches how to be an animal
I showed these bitches how to get they greens & vegetables
How the fuck dare you bitches bite the hand that fed y’all?
But it’s okay, ‘cause I’m the ‘End all, be all’
I’m crackin’ up, that bitch think she got my tiara, ho
But keep it real, these bitches ain’t even got tiara flow
I really mean it when I say “I am the best at this”
Bitch, keep it rap before you find what trigger happy is
What hip-hop bitch you know switch to pop like the diet bad?
I line ‘em up, & I boxer bitches like draws is plaid
See, y’all can’t fuck with me
Don’t get bread, why they duckin’ me?
#GIRLYBADDESTBITCHINEVERYCOUNTRY, yuh