[Intro]
Ay, fuck Bhad Bhabie
Fuck Good Bhabie
Fuck all the babies there is
Except Lil Baby and DaBaby, you know what I'm sayin', not them
They fye, but, yeah

[Verse]
First off, fuck you bitch (You a jit, you lame)
You the type to sell your mama out (Quick for fame)
You changed your whole grill, your shit bucked and wacked (Uh-uhn)
Can't change your whole face, I guess you fucked for life (Ha)
Let's talk about all of the cum that you drunk for fame
They sent you out the back door, you still inked the name
Say you from Florida but that's cap talking bout some West Palm
Hit you with this east fist, smack you with this west palm
All that online cap talking bout what you gon' do to me (Cap)
You be pursuing me just to end up suing me
But a pussy hoe could never ever ruin me (Never)
You got these riders, can't speak your shit fluently (Ha)
Try to be silent (Fuck it, now I'm doing me)
If you don't like it, that ain't got shit to do with me (Nope)
You the only rap bitch with a curfew
You dropped an album, you should call it Truancy

[Outro]
Bitch you pulled up to a studio session in my city in Atlanta
And got your ass beat the fuck up
You pulled up to go see your man Lil Gotit and bitch you got it-
From me
How you pull up and get your ass beat? (Period)
Ay, g-g-get you some money
G-g-get you some money