It's Over Jelly an funny Bunny (Roll Over)

Yeah. (Yeah!)
Nashville think they got a king? (Nah)
We see the cap. We see the crown falling.
Dirty South, 808s banging.
Let's get it.
You claiming Nashville but you looking like a costume shop (Whoops!)
Face full of ink just to hide that your momentum stopped.
You're just a "Son of a Sinner" crying on every track,
But "Save Me" won't work when the streets want their rhythm back.
You "Need a Favor"? Well, here’s a reality check,
Put a chain on your neck but it’s still "Halfway to Hell" in the wreck.
You "Whitsitt Chapel" preaching like you found the light,
But you're a "Dead Man Walking" every time you try to fight. (Dead man!)
That "Wild Ones" energy is looking more like mild juice,
The industry's "Smoking Section" where you're getting loose.
Roll over, Jelly, 'cause the weight is getting heavy now (Heavy now)
Bunny in the comments, trying to settle every row (She mad!)
TikTok drama, plastic feelings, keep it on the low,
You’re a "Bottle and Mary Jane" away from losing the show. (Gone!)[Intro]
Spoon clap
Heavy in the kitchen (yeah)
Stomp shake paint
Whole block listen (hey!)
You a walking rollercoaster
All talk, no closure
Said you sober in October
Back faded by November, huh
Plastic crown at the cookout
Grease stain on your food crown
You claim you the sinner with the choir
I just see a liar with a loud sound
Got a bunny in the background
Chasing every camera flash
You call it "love on the rocks"
I call it brand-new crash
You selling tears by the tablespoon
That same spoon whip your mash
Whole life “need a favor”
While you ducking on the cash (facts)
Paper plate crown, you jelly, roll on
Talking that talk, but you never hold[
And don't get me started on the "Dumb Blonde" with the filler lips (Nah)
She’s a "Creature" of the internet, chasing all the tips. (Ooh!)
Always on the 'Gram, acting like she’s street-tough,
But if the filters went away, we’d see the real stuff. (Real talk!)
She’s your "Glitter" in the trash, trying to polish up the dirt,
But "Dancing with the Devil" only ends up in the hurt.
She’s "Behind Bars" in her own social media cage,
Writing "Prophetic" captions while you're fading off the stage. (Fading!)
"I Am Not Okay" and we can tell by the way you post,
The South don't claim you, man, you're looking like a ghost.
From the trap to the CMA, you lost your soul (Lost it!)Letting Bunny run the PR, man, you lost control. (Where it at?)
"The Lost" is where you're at, trying to buy another hit,But you're "Over You" before you even started it.
Roll over, Jelly, 'cause the weight is getting heavy now (Heavy now)Bunny in the comments, trying to settle every row (She mad!)
TikTok drama, plastic feelings, keep it on the low,
You’re a "Bottle and Mary Jane" away from losing the show."Almost Home"? Nah, you're miles away. (Way back!)Keep the "Whitsitt Chapel" choir, the South don't play.
Keep deleting comments, Bunny, we see the screen. (We see you!)
Jelly Roll's a donut, soft and full of cream. (Hahaha!)(Yeah)(It's over) Funny Bunny 

rap, Gritty dirty South meets Midwest trap bounce, male vocals. Heavy, roomy stomp-and-clap percussion up front, sub bas