[Verse 1]
You showed up to my mama's house drunk on a Sunday
We went to church and you pulled through with a Mickey and a dime bag
You tried hitting on my father (That ain’t right)
You drink wine from the bottle (No that ain't right)

[Verse 2]
You showed up late to my grandma's wake higher than a satellite
Sent all the children crying to their moms
Said "Kids we’re all gonna die"

[Refrain]
You like stepping on my problems
(That shit hurt)
With your Red Bottom shoes
(That shit hurt)
Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you

[Verse 3]
You got opinions through the roof, blame it on your generation
You hate the Beatles just because you think they’re overrated

[Refrain]
You’ll never meet the queen
(That’s for sure)
But you’ll still make the news
(That's for sure)
Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you
[Refrain]
I guess the devil wears Prada (Gucci too)
And she kills for the drama (Yeah she do)
Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you

[Refrain]
I know you’ll never be proper
So why bother tryna change your view
Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you