[Intro: Jasmine Masters & Chanel Miller]
I am Jasmine Masters and I have something to say
*Beat Drops*
Murda

[Verse 1: Chanel Miller & Lumidee]
Pardon me talk with your chest lil’ Dollie (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
These dummies couldn’t storage me, Muva plan to massacre eat
Bodies rollin’, yo Cam and B
All these want but never be queens (Haha)
Goose bitches gone bump or duck down (Uh-oh)
Y’all ain’t safe, who told you bitches run with my sound?
I heard a chuckle, passed the heater to Norris my little Hellhound
No merc’ for any when Tommy prey on you backgrounds (Brr-blrr)
Critic’ condition, my rec’ acclaim, aim fire (Yo)
No literally I am Barb-Wire (Google)
Stand up bitchеs that hold their own could sit their presеnce with Queen
Watched in “Action” in both ways, how LB went scene
I’ma dot you up and your circle, you a target to me, blrr (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Turn him to a noun if he eat me like I’m essential
Make him think he needed, ‘cause his brain like essentials
All I do is serve, got it put evident-ial
Could give a fuck who play Nicki, cause they all, as/ass, equal (Glrr)

[Chorus]
All my dirty Dian’s tell him “Cry for me”
MJ with the glove, Scarr B (Bling)
Iron the pressed if they lie on my king
Cover my face ‘fore they knows my steeze (Bling)
Real bitches don’t hand out hate, bitch “HAN”
Dat boy sweatin’ me in Givenchy, bagged him
N***as movin’ funny, so I decked a U Turn
Yield where the crown o-only uno reverse (Queen)
[Bridge]
Another one again, light work, re-re-re-hearsed
Man I walk on bitches, dem frauds, no converse
In my purse, that’s that rah, rah, that dragon/draggin’ cured verse
Mi gi naughty, ride pipe like a jerk
I’m the perk he q-quirks
La-la-la, if that Blick peak and smirk
Shoot that Anthony, Davis, make dem lurkers hurt
Bitches cannot, phase/face M they’ll be “Dead On The Spot”
Tek mi ‘nani and whine ‘cross his nostril, Ah
I’m bad, not your frontal, ha-ha

[Chorus]
All my dirty Dian’s tell him “Cry for me”
MJ with the glove, Scarr B (Bling)
Iron the pressed if they lie on my king
Cover my face ‘fore they knows my steeze (Bling)
Real bitches don’t hand out hate, bitch “HAN”
Dat boy sweatin’ me in Givenchy, bagged him
N***as movin’ funny, so I decked a U Turn
Yield where the crown o-only uno reverse

[Verse 2]
I hear they wesson with that wordplay (Woo)
Well let’s test the mettle with the wordsmith
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
A star but a psycho even Patrick wouldn’t surface/serve face
Kelly Slater, on them boards where I surf-ace (Woah, uh-oh, uh-oh)
Put real dough/rio behind them eagles, since my wood you chase
Twenty Mills in the bank
Walkin’ with Chris and Frank big-biggin’ cane
H-Hate run through your veins but can’t success me?
The against Chanel decree
Bod’ doin’ the Dougie, glitches left you peeked like a turkey
Gamblin’ your life being childish ain’t talkin’ ‘bino (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Drac’ seein’ red, while screechin’ fuck you to CeeLow (Fuck You bitches)
The weight isn’t weighin’, how could you size me up with hoes?
I got ‘em shocked, ‘cause dese nuts is tired of being rode (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Turn these-turn these bitches to a Note Fold, meanin’ they alright but once I’m on, flipped, notes closed (Delete dat shit)
You two old hoes (Fuck outta hea)
Took one Flight in Gucci to reminisce where they deposed (Two-O-Nineteen)
The Crème de la crème
Even my light bag isn’t dim
When mi cook phony bitches, don’t call support, Tim
B’s take a bite from this apple and still ain’t
Snow white
Said before you bitches chops, not Bryant and ain’t fly
The p-iest bitch in the room, but move like pneumonia at the night (Uh-oh)
Not one, rap bitch know my shit ‘fore it drops (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Never needed a proof read before I note the fi-ya/notify ya
Played your wrist/Plagiarist thinkin’ you fuck wit, what I jot (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Slaughter me?
When I’m Doll Gein?
Dumb as I thought (Uh)
You so jealous bitch, run like Jelle’s bitch
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
But don’t stop ‘cause my thugs, are some jail-less knicks
Me retire? Why would I spare hoes, with my kicks? (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Didn’t burn me if those shots, but I’ma fry you bitch, uh
[Chorus]
All my dirty Dian’s tell him “Cry for me”
MJ with the glove, Scarr B (Bling)
Iron the pressed if they lie on my king
Cover my face ‘fore they knows my steeze (Bling)
Real bitches don’t hand out hate, bitch “HAN”
Dat boy sweatin’ me in Givenchy, bagged him
N***as movin’ funny, so I decked a U Turn
Yield where the crown o-only uno reverse, kyuh

[Verse 3]
The Queen turn hoe’s to toads, just leapin’ dodgin’ through fire
These tinder dropped bitches couldn’t convince me that they’re fire
Tried to add a couple of me’s in your mirror and still not admired
Bars spin your head like tornadoes, then hang you like crime hate, yo’s
Call me Subriel M. How my punch-lines max-‘em/Maxim death tolls
Clean off what y’all recycle but washin’ me? Not one soul
All these plain n***as ain’t Flame, wrist bent to the soul
Sold your/Soldier/Soulja swag to be pretty boy, now Todd on go
All these snotty men on the live, givin’ Martin’s Roscoe
Whippin’ the ‘lex like nae nae, my bling-bling hoe (Wait)
Ain’t nothin’ a “friendly comp”, you couldn’t cipher/cypher my locks
I’ll beat you with padlocks, in mother of hard knocks
I’ll reheat then refreeze with preheat, you eggo’s with more drops
My n***as move in copse, send chops if twelve stops (Blrr)
Bad bitch, look killy, got billies, heads to unprop (Uh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Not planning weddings for you bitches but I, rung up your names
If I were you, play it safe
Like “Hasbro, don’t step in it”
Put it where the cash be, maybe you’ll reign in this
The supreme bitch spit Fentanyl, Kenneth McGriff
Bitch here are the facts/artifacts, your arts wack, nothing to whiff
When I serve you hoes like a lyft, It’s like “breakfast, at Tiff’s” (Uh-oh)
I’m like (Uh-oh)
It’s tight (Uh-oh)
Dey might (Uh-oh)
GLLLRRRRRRT, kyuh
[Outro: Lumidee & Chanel Miller]
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave (Yo)
If you want me to stay
We'll always be (This Queen of rap shit forever)
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave (Yeah)
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay