[Intro – dark, bass building]
(Ayy…)
Yeah… turn that up
(Ha… ha…)
You said you can sing?
Bitch this ain’t no Pitch Perfect
This a body bag
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[Drop / Chant Hook – crowd + female adlibs]
(Crowd): WHO SHE THINK SHE IS?!
(You): NOT ME!
(Crowd): CAN SHE EVEN SING?!
(You): NOT REALLY!
(Girls): Ayy! Ayy! Talk that shit!
Hook:
Bitch, this ain’t no movie, this pressure (nah)
You wanted smoke, now you coughin’—extra (cough)
Said you can sing, but your tone off—never (ew)
I don’t hit notes, I just hit you—better
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[Verse 1 – aggressive flow]
You said you can sing, I said bitch, tone deaf
Every note you hit sound like you chokin’ on breath
Tryna hit highs but you stuck on a mess
Sound like a car that just failed every test
You called me out, thought I’d fold, thought wrong
I don’t need a melody to prove I’m strong
You off-key screamin’, tryna drag it along
I’ll dog yo ass ‘fore you land one song
Voice crack city, yeah I heard that strain
Every time you sing, it’s a whole migraine
You wanted spotlight, now you feelin’ that flame
Now your own lil challenge just exposed your name
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[Pre-Hook – build tension]
You wanted one-on-one? (Why?)
You picked the wrong fight (dumb)
This ain’t even talent… this survival at the mic
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[Hook – louder, full energy]
Bitch, this ain’t no movie, this pressure (nah)
You wanted smoke, now you coughin’—extra (cough)
Said you can sing, but your tone off—never (trash)
Whole time you played yourself—no effort
(Girls): She can’t sing! (Nope!)
(Crowd): She can’t hang! (Nah!)
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[Verse 2 – your core message elevated]
Bitch, before this, I was just makin’ beats
Now I got my mind in the game—no sleep
You tried to clown me, now you lookin’ weak
Whole crowd watchin’, now you losin’ your speech
You thought you could make a fool outta me? (ha)
I think you did that shit perfectly
Stepped in loud, now you quiet as can be
All that talk just turned comedy
This may not be my voice—but listen close
These raw lyrics hit harder than notes
Real words, real shit, no need to boast
You fake your range, I expose you the most
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[Bridge – slower, disrespectful, talk tone]
No autotune… no filter… no lies
Just facts when I step and I look in your eyes
You wanted a stage? I gave you a fall
Now every time you sing, they remember this call
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[Breakdown – chant style / stomp vibe]
(Crowd stomp): HEY! HEY! HEY!
(You): She can’t sing!
(Crowd): HEY! HEY! HEY!
(You): Off-key queen!
(Girls): Ayy! Drag her! Drag her!
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[Final Hook – hardest version]
Bitch, this ain’t no movie, this pressure (nah)
You wanted smoke, now you coughin’—extra (dead)
Said you can sing, but your tone off—never (cap)
Whole time you buried yourself—no effort
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[Outro – cold finish]
Next time…
Don’t step up unless you ready
‘Cause I don’t gotta sing to end careers
I just gotta speak
(Ha…)
Game over.
WAVYYBABYY