Don’t fuck wit me

I used to dumb dumb the stupid down for these hoes

Now I achieve goals and ball like D. Rose

I'll be writing my checks with all those zeroes

I'm blessed cause He rose so fuck you heroes

People hating so they imitating, copying my style

But they failed in attempts to paste it, now they studying my smile

Old me in the rear view, new me, I have clear view

Baebee Doll's talent is what you're nowhere near to

Fear who? I fear God so no don't fear you

Headphones real loud so no I don't hear you

I cut the heads off the snakes, send the feds to the fakes

Make no mistakes, I also threw their bread in them lakes

I make the haters hate me more when I walk through open doors

But can you really be a hater if you don't know what you hate me for?

You've been praying on my downfall just because you're feeling down

Get a therapist then apply for a job at the circus as a clown

We ain't on the same page if we ain't even in the same book

And lately people acting like they got the game shook, but look

I out the Stans and I'm outstandin'

Forget a hand out, I gave a hand in

Bring the fans in, that's what brings the bands in

This is the new shit, Marilyn, Manson

No rest for the weary, oh yeah that is Hanson

TikTok, your time is up so get back to dancin'

 

Once you're dead, I will often visit your coffin

Not to mourn but to cough in, maybe I'm off Henn

If the topic isn't money, I'll tell someone to get gone

I must admit I'm still the shit and yes you just got shit on

You can take a crown or two by infiltrating the tower

But you will never take the throne unless you earn all the power

How you speak on someone's skills when your own ain't up to par?

If you would like to reach my level, I'll just lower the bar

It's too far you to reach, I'm too far for them to reach

Don't compare yourself to me when you can't even compete

I've done told these girls before that I am way too elite

And I am the reason why they've been weak for many weeks

I think they need to learn linguistics since they speaking in cursive

Might not be perfect on the surface but I know what my worth is

I am preaching the word but this is not Sunday service

Somebody please bring the hearses, I kill my opps with these verses

I keep at least one foot up on the pedal and my confidence has risen

You can’t surpass the devil’s level then what the fuck is competition?

Quick to settle for a medal, what an incompetent decision

That’s on Hansel and on Gretel, not a crumb left in the kitchen

Cause I ate that and you hate that you will never get your pay back

Or your payback, or your bae back, Kay and Jay? Yeah they go way back

It was all fun and games when we was on the same track

But you swung with lame aim so you can’t remain slatt

 

They done pushed to the extreme just to get rid of the Doll

Nobody left on the scene, I’m tryna get rid of them all

Back to back with the Triple M team, think I could carry them all

I roll with G’s that do maybe lean, and no concealer at all

I’m about to move some obstacles, call U-Haul

I’ll be giving looks while I drag ‘em, RuPaul

I’d rather ball until I fall than to marry a Jamal

I’ll send you back to where you came from and that’s the pits of hell

But not before I get my money, I’ll call the jail and Citadel

First I threw her cause I could see right through her like she was wearing lace

Smell like a sewer, I might sue her, she’s a disgrace to my face

Masterpiece, but I’m never on them Idle Hours, Merritt Chase

Bunch of trophies, looking like an athlete, I need more space

Just to put all my accomplishments, I am an accomplished bitch

Complimentary brunches, I don’t want any of your compliments

Cut the bullshit, cut the mustard, you won’t catch up, no not condiments

These motherfuckers must really have lisps

Even kindergarteners know their soft consonants

I ensured that all of my deposits are three times your income

Might put a Ferrari in all my closets, I’m a dime and then some

I don’t think they understand, they ain’t hearing me clearly

I’m really tired of you hoes and your conspiracy theories

I gave the head that got rid of esophageal esophagitis

In other words, my esophagus no longer has bronchitis

It’s three men drinking semen, tell me, who is the wisest

I done spit enough to make ‘em wear a mask like I’m some virus

 

I took the heat and I threw shade, I’m chilling under palm trees

I treat the beat like a parade, but really I’m a calm breeze

Right now my temper is rising because I’m sick of these cunts

Do anything for the bag, they’ll pull publicity stunts

She shit-talking like a pigeon, but still remind me of a parrot

Tryna tell me that her songs are better, she should be embarrassed

I'm precious cargo, no embargoes, get my money from the Arabs

This ain’t history, it’s her story, I could be the next K. Harris