Karaoké Ms. Whitman Bhad Bhabie

Thought I wasn't gonna come back for more you dumb dirty bitch

Why this bitch obsessed with me

I just don't understand

You sucked the dick straight out my ass

Who got the upper hand

I see why you ain't got no friends

You're Miss I'll-Fuck-Your-Man

Your stepmom burnt out

Why she took her sister's second-hand

I know your route

You're reachin' out

You need my name for clout

That stanky pussy got you kicked out the Kardashian house

You hit my DM like

No more diss songs

You tappin' out

I go rehab with this flow

Bitch I'm blackin' out

No you not a model

Give that flow right back to Latto

You ugly with no makeup

For some beats you fuck on Jacob

How many times I gotta tell these hoes I been that bitch

My money long, shit on the floor

Look like I print it uh

Seven foreign cars

Live on the Hills

My shit ain't rented

Keep my baby daddy name out yo' fuckin' mouth 'fore I Will Smith it

This ho belong all in the zoo

See I don't understand

She fucked on Tyga and killin' babies

I seen the sonogram

Flex like me

Wanna be just like me

But I got plaques, on plaques on plaques like Soulja Boy teeth

Dye your hair like me

Weird bitch, not me

They fucked you back to back to back

That could never be me

Ain't speakin' facts

She make me laugh

I call her Marlon Wayans

Them NFL boys ran a train on you now you on the team

How this bitch got a thousand bodies

Ain't old enough to drink

Jackboy fucked that pussy out in Florida

You fuck on anything

I know about you

Just with little fame it's easy to get that whore up out you

Almost overdosed on a vape

Nobody ain't call about you

I played a role to be your friend to beat the smoke out you

Damn Alabama

You a tramp Alabama

Wave this Drac' out the window

God's plan Alabama

Simon says stomp your feet

Move your hands Alabama

Bhabie says I'm up the street like here I am Alabama

You really dumb enough to think I'll tell you anything

You dumb dirty ho

I wouldn't tell you what color socks I got on