[Intro]
Boots on the dash
Lip gloss, full tank gas
You text, I laugh
Boy, you down bad
[Verse 1]
You got a crib and a crib on the side
Guess you think I’m 'posed to swallow that lie
Cowgirl denims, I ain’t sharing this ride
You want a secret, go and talk to the sky
I’m not the late-night, hush-hush, park-in-the-dark
I’m the headline, main stage, queen of the yard
You want a spare tire spinning on your truck?
Find some other girl to sit there stuck
[Chorus]
I’m a Queen Bitch, not your side dish
You can choke on that little-boy wish
Go fuck off somewhere, far from this
I’m a Queen Bitch, I’m a Queen Bitch
I’m a crown-on, boots-on bad miss
You a clown, I’m the whole damn hit
Go fuck off somewhere, read my lips
I’m a Queen Bitch, I’m a Queen Bitch
[Verse 2]
[low vocal register]
You hit my line like, "Hey, you up?"
Delete that quick, I don’t beg for your touch
You got a main and a maybe on call
I’m the woman that could end it all
Gold buckle, big belt, I don’t bend
If she your girl, I ain’t your friend
I’m not the backseat, blackout, hide-my-face
I’m the front row, bright lights, center stage
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals]
Side chick? Side where? Side who?
Say it to my face, boy, hope you do
[louder]
I’m the meal and the menu, the whole damn spread
If I ain’t number one, then I’d rather be dead to you
Yeah, take your ego, pack it up in that truck
Peel out, burn out, I don’t give a—
[Chorus]