[Intro]
(Heavy 808 stomp, distorted slide guitar)
(Voice: "Yo, Bravo... you thought Kelly was playin'?")
(Ad-lib: WHAT! YEAH!)
You tried to drop a smoke screen 'cause you knew the real heat was coming.
Kelly’s in the booth, the receipts are on the desk...
And Stormy Leigh? Yeah, she just opened the floodgates.
[Verse 1]
Bravo, you’re a Gator but you’re drowning in the shallow end
Tryna block a career just to save your "perfect" little trend
You knew the "Apology" was dropping, tried to sabotage the date
But you can't stop a tidal wave once it’s gathered all that weight!
You’re in the inbox, thirsty, tryna "Storm" a different "Leigh"
Three months of chasing tail while you’re playing "Husband of the Year," see?
You denied it, she decried it, now it’s public on the feed
You’re a fraud, you’re a cheater, yeah, you’re plantin’ every seed!
And Savannah? Girl, you’re quiet, acting like you didn’t know
That your "Gator" was a "Traitor" while you’re "Rolling" for the show.
You "Jelly" of the talent, so you "Spread" it for the "Roll"
You’re a "Common" kind of "Adam" who just "Apples" for a goal!
You wouldn’t collab with Stormy 'cause her "numbers" weren’t enough?
But you’ll "number" every bedroom just to sell that fake-ass tough!
[Chorus]
The receipts are coming, yeah, the truth is on the way
Kelly’s got the texts to ruin every single day!
You’re a fraud, you’re a scammer, yeah, you’re soft as cotton wool
The "Baddest in the South" is just a label-funded fool!
(Ad-lib: SHE'S SOFT! YEAH!)
[Verse 2]
Kelly’s in the studio, she’s building up the file
Recording every lie you’ve told in every single mile
You claim you’re "toting iron" and you’re "ready for the smoke"
But you ran from every woman 'til the reputation broke!
You called the cops in Lincoln, you stood there and took the L
Now the world is gonna see you in your own designer hell.
Upchurch called it early, said you’re "bad for the biz"
Now we’re showing every fan what a "ho-hope" really is!
Kelly used the AI just to get the rhythm right
But the receipts she’s dropping now? They’re gonna end the fight!
Fucking for the features, fucking for the months on end
How you gonna play the saint when you’re "breaking" every friend?
We know where the bodies buried, we know where the money went
Every dollar that you "scammed" is a dollar that was spent!
[Bridge]
(Beat cuts to a heavy, slow bass pulse)
"Sixteen bars of venom, but the video is next."
"You shouldn't have been thirsty, Bravo... we saved every text."
"You're not a fighter, Savannah. You're a runner."
(Ad-lib: RUNNER! RUNNER!)
[Chorus]
The receipts are coming, yeah, the truth is on the way
Kelly’s got the texts to ruin every single day!
You’re a fraud, you’re a scammer, yeah, you’re soft as cotton wool
The "Baddest in the South" is just a label-funded fool!
[Outro]
(Aggressive guitar solo)
Keep that same energy when the screen goes live.
The fraud, the cheating, the fake guns...
Kelly’s dropping the documentary.
Sit back and watch the throne melt.
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