[Verse 1: TaTa]
Shorty got wap like Fetty
Bread winner, I love to get bready
They know my bop, Mr. Everything Deady
And shots to the eye, now he lookin' like Fetty, bitch

[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
I be geekin', I'm totin' on what?
Shorty a thottie, she don't give a fuck
She be tweakin', she shakin' her butt
And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run
He dumb, he a bot
Bitch on my body, she totin' my gun
You run, don't stop
You feelin' hot, you get sent to the sun
He tried to diss and we made him deleted
41 and we still undefeated
Get on the scene, make it hotter than phoenix
Michael Jackson, she want me to beat it
She a baddie and shorty conceited
I told her I love her, but I do not mean it
I be geekin', I only see red
She like ''Jenny, you know that—''
And you know that I'ma keep me a tool
It stay right by my side, call me Nicki Minaj, damn
Think he tough, now he in a garage
Rollin' up while she give a massage
I'm too active, I turn up the spot
He think he tough, he got sold in the block
Please don't try to be somethin' you not
I'm like a cheff and I'm stirrin' the—
If he think he a demon, we ain't showin' no sympathy
Like, damn, bullets is slippery
I told n***as to get out the way
You and yo' homie get shot in the face
I be geekin', you cannot get rid of me
Shorty be tweakin' and knock off—
If you not 41, better stay in your place
Like, call me Tay-K, I'm runnin' the race
[Verse 3: Jenn Carter]
Let me start like this
Said you n***as is weird and your opps is your friends
How your boyfriend a—, but he ask for a feature
He tried to diss, but he makin' amends
I'ma set shit straight, said he 41K, he get sent to the gates
Straight to the top, not a debate
They like, ''Jenn you so lyrical, n***as is late'', like
We gon' tear that boy like I'm a surgeon
Shorty a baddie, she tell me, ''It's hurtin'''
And this music is more than just verses
I'm really on timin', I do it on purpose
N***as talkin', but that shit is digital
Fuck with the opps and I can't be a friend of you
N***as dirty and they not original
Feel like I'm Spike, when I'm shootin', I'm visual
Bullet's gon' make him invisible
Don't need a diss, but you fit the subliminal
Brodie a demon, a criminal
Sendin' out shots and this shit is not clinical
Feelin' prolific, I shoot through the fabric
I'm like Carter, I'm shootin' with Magic
Ain't no bottle, but n***as be cappin'
You 41K, you get put in the past tense
Like, wait
Like, damn, when I walk in the party, she geekin' and tweakin'
I just put shorty down for a drink
She like, ''Jenny, you know that I'm fiendin'
I be watchin' your vids in a sequence''
I got a heart and she said I could keep it
We go back to her shit for the weekend, but I gotta go, Tata called up a demon