Transcript (en)

Um, yeah, bitch, bitch, bitch, your game, pop your shit Face, I'm pretty, ass, they thick Be flip, who she got the right one? All these rap bitches, they got the like none Kitty, I'm flicked, I got the tight one Pick one, take it, I got the white one These rap bitches you like is my sons Still come on this rap shit, but I ain't fine Still sitting here, you got a lot to prove Appreciating my solitude Beef ain't my go-to But I got bags of this bread if we buying food And I'm still queening Chanel bags, they still swinging Old hits, they still swinging They love the flower, they still streaming But it's kill season You apologize, but it's still treason Got them steaming like dry cleaning Move on my time, ain't no demon Those words ain't got no meaning Queen of this rap shitty bohemian They worst nightmare, they still dreaming Bitches jacking, I'm still queen And I'm still praying You would too, if you knew How they jealous bitches move Verse 22 by 23