Prompt / 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
Tags
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
Duration
3:19
Instrumental
No
Created
3/8/2026