I'm rich and i ain't even write a rap last week
Me and your bitch got a snapchat streak
If you throw that shit, i'ma catch that heat
With the fam, getting higher than a nasdaq peak
Y'all rap mad weak while i'm smashing foreigns
In the back of foreigns, yeah that shit's a hobby
And my wrist be shining, shout to danny torrance
I be looking gorgeous in the hotel lobby

All i really need's a bottle of jack
And a tall boy to let me borrow his jacket
A hundred cuties, got 'em all on my mattress
They say i'm fantastic whenever i'm rapping
Yeah, you know i love the attention
And how all my enemies acting so friendly
Cut my hair and got my septum pierced, and it didn't hurt
That's the white girl in me

I'm just flexing on 'em for some fun
I don't think i'm ever done
Fuck these nitwits

Hottest underneath the sun
Street fighter with the stun
Chun-li spin kick
Y'all ain't really even 'bout
Half the shit y'all talk about
Fake ass rap stars

Y'all get left up in the dust
Y'all go left a fucking ton...
Wait, that's nascar

Got so much drive i be speeding
Fuck the reviews you be reading, end up in the deep end
My crew got the heat when it's freezing
So fuck everything you believe in

See, a couple morons spewed some hate in mentions
And i really wish you would both talk less now
I just got back from the place where your chick is
When i hit it right, she make roblox death sounds (oof)