Fight!

Are you ready? Bitch I do things a little different Get 'em a little stiffer then I wipe the floor with 'em Like they're Swiffers I'm a quitter, overeager I'm a bitter loser Boo hoo hoo you whore So I never lose So I win whatever I can choose So I win whoever I can move So I leave behind no ruins but the viewers Running up my views intuitively Suck a few of these teets Suck my fucking dick Now it's a mandate Turned all of those stuck-ups To my motherfucking fanbase I get lethal, it gets heavy I stay ready with a Dark red mani-pedi I'm crucial like Lucifer Punitive, brutal like how I stay smiling while doing it Ruder than few been to you In plain view with it Cuter than the dimple in my cheeks I Betty Booped it Bitch kick rocks Like Jeremy said I got dope in my socks and I'm giving him head Going down like the stocks I got moxie Hi my name's Roxie The box hot He's heated by proxy There's a level to the way I keep it lucrative Keep it fluid even when They're misconstruing me Red pen, turn an Opp to opportunity You thought you had a bitch But your bird shit is lunacy Bra ta ta ta on the cymbal I ah ah ah ah I'm a sexual symbol Hakuna Ma-titty tatas, I'm a singer I sew it all up then I sit and deliver They go mmm mmm mmm mmm She's a killer Skate my way in to eight figures Go figure, go fish They want to eat from my dish But the wishlist don't criss-cross Next Christmas I guess Suck my fucking Choo choo I'm the little engine that could Vroom vroom Cut another hit up in your cut I cop a fifth, I comp a bop I throw a fit, I fuck it up I back the truck up Like ah ah ah ah Then I cruise The boat big, flow state Cash Clay, float, fly, swoop And the stinger it goes Stupid on 'em too They got a finger flipping up To you know who I give 'em two Kill 'em with kindness I'm so polite I know All the right knives to use Dressed in my finest Title's not Highness but I'm still the highest one Here in the room Not made for confinement You like it because I designed it You fight it because I divined it I wrote all the space 'tween the lines In my mind I see visions of unholy violence You don't even gotta tell 'em That the bitch came back Bassline go smack they can feel it Got the sentence like a felon Whole notepad tracks Notes app go slap For no reason So blah blah blah Fuck trying to be understood Did understated it did me no good If you miss the meaning Just know that I mean it When I say I go undefeated You'll see it, you'll see it You'll see it, you'll Game over!