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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
You really thought you was the one? (ha)
Turn me up
[Verse 1]
You a typo
I’m the font they fake
You a side note
I’m the page they take
Say you run game
But you jog in place
All that “big dog” talk
You a leashed-up stray
I’m the first and the last
You a middle seat
Talk cheap online
Go invisible in the street
Got a jaw made of glass
Throwing pebbles at a beast
I break you down to a caption
“L” in every beat
You the dollar-store version
Of the girl he really want
I’m the custom-made dress
You the clearance bin front
You a screenshot
I’m the live transmission
I’m the blueprint
You the broke rendition
[Chorus]
I’m the queen of the wreckage (yeah)
Crown on, walk through the damage
You bark big, but you never done step in
Talk tough, but your whole team trembling
I’m the queen of the wreckage (uh)
Turn your big name to a caption
You throw shade, but you never make contact
I flip words, make a body out of one track (one track)
[Verse 2]
You a rumor in a chat
I’m a headline post
Every “W” I stack
Got you looking like a ghost
You a filter face
All cap, all pose
I’m the type to kill a verse
In my sweats and clothes
You a knock-off bag
With a zipper that sticks
I’m the vault door
Titanium, heavy and thick
You a last-minute verse
On a playlist skip
I’m the one they hit repeat on
Word for word, lip for lip
You count followers
I count assets
You chase blue checks
I cut blue checks
You a “maybe next year”
I’m now and next
I’m the fine print
You ain’t read yet
[Chorus]
I’m the queen of the wreckage (yeah)
Crown on, walk through the damage
You bark big, but you never done step in
Talk tough, but your whole team trembling
I’m the queen of the wreckage (woah)
Turn your big name to a caption
You throw shade, but you never make contact
I flip words, make a body out of one track (one track)
[Verse 3]
You write subs
I write history
I’m the answer
You a trick question, misery
You a budget imitation
Of my worst day fits
I make silence loud
You just never make hits
You a typo tattoo
Spelled wrong forever
I’m the gold ink pen
Sliding smooth on leather
You a pause in the show
When the mic go dead
I’m the roar when it comes back
Straight to the head
You a screenshot threat
Never back that text
I’m the read receipt
Seen it, left you stressed
You a prop in a scene
I’m the one they direct
Say my name with respect
Or don’t say it at all, next (yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m the queen of the wreckage (hey)
Crown on, walk through the damage
You bark big, but you never done step in
Talk tough, but your whole team trembling
I’m the queen of the wreckage (yeah)
Turn your big name to a caption
You throw shade, but you never make contact
I flip words, make a body out of one track (one track)
[Outro]
Queen of the wreckage
Say my name, that’s dangerous
You wrote your own defeat
The day you tried to aim at us
Details
GeneratedMar 8, 2026
Duration3:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Aggressive trap beat with snarling 808s, skittering hi-hats, and a sinister bell melody; female vocals. Verses are tightly rapped with sharp doubles and ad-libs; chorus brings a bold, melodic hook with stacked harmonies and widened stereo image. Occasional drops of the beat on key punchlines, then full-impact returns with sub-heavy low end and crisp clap rolls., hip hop
Credits
Prompt byShadowNoon
ModelAria v5
Prompt
trap, with catchy melody and drums, diss track with hard hitting metaphors and punchlines, hip hop, three verses, female, 4 minute song, female chorus, female lead, rap
