(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.
BLACKLARK
