She got a face like Nicki (You can’t get rid of me b****)

Attitude like Riri, I’m not breezy, I won’t fight back

She’s sending me nudes off her aunties iPad

I’m ready for war just give me a reason, I feel like Iraq

Sipping champagne near the grave where my brodie died at

I’m pouring champagne on the grave where my brodie died at

And the beat is already elite all it needs is a high hat

Me and J we got the same pain got the same face got the same clothes

Fine shyt she let me play with it like play-dough

You like Beyoncé

Let me see your halo

You don’t have a halo

Put you on the floor like JLo— J-JLo

I’ll blow out— I'll blow out the roof in the club

Yeah, yeah, hitting a blunt

LSD tab on her tongue

She like baby you know I feel numb

I can’t lie I be feelin' the same

And it’s triggering me like a gun (Gun)

She got a face like Nicki (You can’t get rid of me— rid of me rid of me—)

Attitude like Riri, I’m not breezy, I won’t fight back

She’s sending me nudes off her aunties iPad

I’m ready for war just give me a reason— give me a reason, I feel like Iraq

Sipping champagne near the grave where my brodie died at

I’m pouring champagne on the grave where my brodie died at