Why she keep stealing crutches to bars

And why she keep on linking with niggas that got no bars

And why she always bragging bout spending these niggas cards

Her sofa seem low

Go and tell her raise the bar

And tell her she can't rap

And that all her music suck

And tell her she's a flop

And she needs to give it up

Tell her that she's a boy

Tell that dude to go untuck

I'm a hater, I'm a troll

And I do not get any talk

But I'm still a boss b***h

She come back to f*ck off b***h

All up on my d**k

Tell these niggas jack it off b***h

I'm a little soft b***h

A n***a do not get tossed out

Killed your whole career

Tell that b***h to bring the coffin in

I cut it b***h

I cut it b***h

Always gave my lick back

And I'm for I kinda b***h

In my nice kinda b***h

But I might just fight a b***h

Pretty like I'm Lana, but they'll write, write a b***h

You a fan b***h, I'll take your man b***h

Like how you hatin' on the rapper that you spin b***h

I throw that back on TikTok 'cause I can b***h

And you just mad 'cause you ain't know I was a man b***h

I'm a bad b***h, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a b***h

I'm a bad b***h, I'm a, I'm a bad b***h

I'm a bad b***h, I'm a, I'm a bad b***h

I'm a bad b***h, I'm a, I'm a b***h

Congratulations, you are the winner of American Idol

You tried though, bitch, I'm already winning