Ms. Whitman

Thought I wasn't gon' come back for more, you dumb, dirty bitch?

Why this bitch obsessed with me? I just don't understand

You sucked a 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 secondhand?

I know your route, you reaching out, you need my name for clout

That stinky 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

Know 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 got to tell these hoes I been that bitch?

My money long, shit on the floor, look like I printed, uh

Seven foreign cars, live on the hills, my shit ain't rented

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

This ho belong all in the zoo, see, I don't understand

She fuck 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 speaking 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 a lil' fame, it's easy to get that whore up out you

Almost overdosed on a vape, nobody ain't call 'bout you

I played a role to be your friend to beat the smoke out you (Dumb bitch)

Damn, Alabama, you a tramp, Alabama

Wave this Drac' out the window, God's plan, Alabama

Simon says, "Stomp yo' feet, move yo' hands, Alabama"

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

You really dumb enough to think I'd tell you anything?

You dumb, dirty ho, I wouldn't tell you what color socks I got on