It Girl

(Verse 1)

Walk in, pink fur, attitude deluxe,

Your man’s eyes glitch like he’s buffering, whoops.

I’m the WiFi you can’t connect to,

You’re the free-tier trial nobody sticks to.

You hate me? Cute. Join the fan club line,

’Cause everybody wants what’s already mine.

Your fit looks… brave. I’ll give you that.

I love supporting girls who dress like that.

(Pre-Chorus)

I don’t do drama — I am the event,

You’re just a plot hole the writers forget.

Talk your shit, babe, make it poetic —

I’ll still be iconic, you’ll still be pathetic.

(Chorus)

Cry about it — I’m hotter, you know it,

Keep throwing shade, I’ll professionally glow it.

I’m the beat drop bitch, your boyfriend’s favorite glitch,

Every time I walk in — switch, switch, switch.

Cry about it — you’re pressed and you show it,

Welcome to my throne, hope you enjoy it.

I don’t need to fight, I just exist — and suddenly you’re pissed.

Cry about it. Cry about it. Cry.

(Verse 2)

Babe, relax — I’m not stealing your man,

He’s already in my DMs, that wasn’t the plan.

I left him on read, girl, don’t get stressed,

I’m doing charity work — you should be impressed.

Oh you’re mad? That’s adorable, really.

Your whole aesthetic is giving “mid-season filler.”

I don’t even try — that’s the scary part,

You’re losing a race I’m not even taking part.

(Pre-Chorus)

I’m the angel and the menace in the glitter halo,

You’re the footnote in the drama, baby, case closed.

You can’t compete when you’re not even invited —

I said what I said, don’t get excited.

(Chorus)

Cry about it — I’m hotter, you know it,

Keep throwing shade, I’ll professionally glow it.

I’m the beat drop bitch, your boyfriend’s favorite glitch,

Every time I walk in — switch, switch, switch.

Cry about it — you’re pressed and you show it,

Welcome to my throne, hope you enjoy it.

I don’t need to fight, I just exist — and suddenly you’re pissed.

Cry about it. Cry about it. Cry.

(Bridge – The Petty Breakdown)

Tell me why your whole squad looks copy & pasted?

I walk by and your confidence evaporated.

If jealousy was cardio, babe you’d be shredded —

But the crown fits me, so stay uncredited.

(Final Chorus – Massive Drop)

Cry about it — louder — I can’t hear you,

No mic? No talent? Yeah, that tracks, boo.

Bass so big it erases your name,

Try to keep up — we’re not playing the same game.

Cry about it — I sparkle, you spiral,

Your meltdown is basically my arrival.

I’m the moment, the mood, the whole damn vibe —

Cry, babe. Cry. Join the tide.