4’11 with a 6-foot mouth
Jealous ass bitch always runnin’ that south (grrah!)
No whip, no keys, no license in sight
Only thing you push is Plan B at night
Never had your hair laid, girl you dusty as hell
Still beggin’ me for rides and a Taco Bell shell (broke bitch!)
Your man cashed out, then ghosted ya quick
Gatorade, Plan B, now you lookin’ real sick
Fake-ass friend, broke-ass bitch, lil’ gremlin clone (ugly!)
Keep that cat locked up like your ass at home
No job, no goals, just your mama’s regret
Outta five kids, you the one she forget (ouch.)
Married for a green card, bitch you foul
Your mom’s ex-husband? Damn, that’s wild (nasty!)
Sick-ass roots in a twisted-ass tree
Auntie turned mama, and now you lookin’ like me? (never!)
Hang with your siblings ‘cause no one else care
Suckin’ dick for attention, but nobody there (crickets!)
Always askin’ me for pills or plans
But still tryna flex like you got real fans (you don’t!)
Cat locked up like your personality
Never leave the room, no reality
Cryin’ “he ain’t text,” bitch what you expect?
He sent $40, and dipped, that’s a check? (damn!)
Fake-ass friend, broke-ass bitch, lil’ gremlin clone (grrah!)
Keep that cat locked up, Twilight Zone
No job, no drip, just your mama’s regret
Middle child energy, no one’s pet
Whole life a pity excuse
Mom be prayin’ on your name like damn, she loose
Five of y’all, but you the joke
Even the mailman don’t wanna approach (shame!)
Actin’ like you up next—who said?
Whole roster gone, left you on read (ghosted!)
Beggin’ for love with a Cash App ping
You a sad little tale with a Plan B ring
You broke, you bitter, you loud, you trash
Still tryin’ to finesse with your busted ass
You log on live like it’s red carpet time
But we all know you live off dimes
Tryna be me like a dupe from Shein
But you the clearance rack, I’m designer sin
I’m first cut, you the third rough draft
You crash where I float do the fuckin’ math
All she do is go live, fake lashes and nails
In her mom’s basement, beggin’ males (grrah!)
TikTok clown with a plastic crown
Still beggin’ for a sip when the lights go down (broke hoe!)
You filter that face, but we still see through
Actin’ like you viral, girl shut the fuck up
Even yo momma know you a hoe
She don’t even lie when she slam that door (damn!)
Can’t show you off, can’t claim your name
She be whisperin’ “Lord, I’m ashamed” (ashamed!)
Whole damn block know your throat get used
Got more knees than job interviews
You bring nothin’ but smoke and mess
Bitch, you ain’t built, you just pressed (pressed as fuck!)
Fake-ass friend, broke-ass bitch, lil’ gremlin clone
Mom’s least fave and you still ain’t grown (damn!)
Fake lashes, fake nails, no life no check
Just a basement hoe with a big regret
No man, no plan, no spine, no game
Just Plan Bs, Cash App, and leftover shame
You hate me ‘cause I shine and y drown in my glow
But even yo mama said it best — you a HOE
Don’t ever speak on me again.
You wasn’t competition…
You was comic relief.
You a clone
little bitch
