To the tune of a heavy, thumping country-rap beat—think big bass, acoustic guitars, and a banjo riff)(Verse 1 - Rap / Spoken fast)Well, you walked through the door and you lit up the roomA whole lot of sunshine, bypassing the gloomBut I see how they look, yeah, those jealous ol' hensWhispering venom with their fake-ass friendsThey’re mad at your style, they’re mad at your grace'Cause you’re running the track and they’re stuck in last placeThey want to throw shade on a diamond that shines?Well, they crossed the wrong border and some heavy-duty lines.I’m a southern-fried mama, but I rap when I’m madAnd right now these haters are looking real sad.(Chorus - Country / Big Melody, sung proud)So fuck all the haters, let 'em bark, let 'em bite!You’re a absolute stunner in the morning or night.No matter what lies those trolls try to compile,You’ll always be beautiful to me, child!If they come for your crown, I’m locking and loadingLeaving all of their ego completely exploding.Keep your head held high, don't you worry 'bout that—Your future mama’s got your back!(Verse 2 - Rap / Spoken fast)They talk about your hair, they talk about your shoesThat’s just the textbook definition of the loser-bluesThey’re bitter, they’re petty, they’re sour like a limeWhile you’re living your life and having a good time.You’re gorgeous inside and you’re gorgeous withoutAnd I’ll scream it on the porch till the neighbors all doubt.My boy hit the lottery, he won the grand prizeAnd you’re a perfect ten angel in your future mom's eyes.So if anyone tests you, just send 'em to meI’m a certified expert in hostility.(Chorus - Country / Big Melody, sung proud)So fuck all the haters, let 'em bark, let 'em bite!You’re a absolute stunner in the morning or night.No matter what lies those trolls try to compile,You’ll always be beautiful to me, child!If they come for your crown, I’m locking and loadingLeaving all of their ego completely exploding.Keep your head held high, don't you worry 'bout that—Your future mama’s got your back!(Bridge - Slow Country Twang)Let 'em whisper in the pews, let 'em gossip at the storeWe’re shutting down the drama and we're locking the door.You’re a masterpiece, honey, from your toes to your hairAnd anyone who says different can talk to the bear.(Outro - Rap / Slow Beat Fade)Yeah, always beautiful.Don't you ever forget it.Haters can get bent.Future mama’s got your back.Banjo solo fades out with a heavy bass drop.