bigshot shorti, i’m the trans Chris Kyle/ they wanna be like Waka, when i walk in they bow/ ..feel like Mean Joe Greene when i toss you my towel/ wring my sweat out, bitch/ whip sound like ghost/ i hop out the shell, like Galapagos/ count up my dough like i work at Carlo’s/ to put some French bread on the hoop of my nose/ i cannot be fucked with, life-sized Barbie doll/ light a spliff, just for the ambiance/ panties got a split in em, breakfast of champions/ i’m not like T, get lost and don’t call at all/

when i’m at the door better let her in/ walk in with the dope, i’m the ketamin/ pop a squat and spit a verse, they need some medicine/ stroke make her dumb, John Fetterman

walked outta the house missing an earring/ picked my nose and stuck a boogie on my lobe, what’s the difference?/ they both worth a few bands anyway, indifferent/ so cold i need a sneeze guard in my own damn kitchen/ bought a purse secondhand to fit a few million/ ..killing paper, issa massacre of Williams/ drop a bomb on em like i’m Cillian/ died from suffocation, money stacked up to the ceiling/

i’m cramped/ ,hit the stage and go nuts like i’m Lance/,activist, bitch i’m hot and they gas me/ my new shit make em shake it like laffy, taffy/ heard your new drop, that shit poop from some ass cheeks/

problem between you and i is that/ this is my crib, never left out the kick back/ tell Trump i’m at Ivanka house if the bitch asks/ don’t try to shit on me, bitch i piss back/