Barbie Dangerous

(28shit)

Ayo

Barbie dangerous

Weak bitches don't endanger us

You are over, you ain't in range of us

'Cause I won, won, won, won angel numbers

Splash in some Burberry rain boots

Lookin' like every designer fave muse

Front row, next to the who's who's

Tryna build another Barbie doll, screw's loose

Name a rapper that can channel Big Poppa and push out Papa Bear, hoe, I'm mother of the year

Every summer I come out to walk, bitches make 'em disappear, but to me, it's just another year

She ain't got that kind of flare, let me see what I'ma wear, they gon' copy, I'ma wear Moncler

Heavy on the arch (facts), he was hittin' from the back, then he asked, was all this my hair, um, yeah

Spit your game, pop your shit

Face on pretty, ass stay thick

Beef with who? She got the right one

All these rap bitches, ain't got to like none

Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one

Pink one taken, I got the white one

These rap bitches you like is my sons

Stick 'em on this rap shit when I'm done

I'm still sittin' here, you got a lot to prove

Appreciatin' my solitude

Beef ain't my go-to, but I got bags of this bread if we buyin' food

And I'm still queenin', Chanel bags they still swingin'

Old hits they still swingin', they love the flow, they still streamin'

But it's kill season, you apologized, but it's still treason

Got 'em steamin' like dry cleanin'

Move on my time and I ain't no demon

Hoes' words ain't got no meanin'

Queen of this rap shitty, Bohemian

Their worst nightmare, they still dreamin'

Bitches Jacking, I'm still Queenin'

And I'm still prayin'

You would too, if you knew how these jealous bitches move

First .22 by 22

They don't know the half 'til they cracked in two

So called beef with who, wait, who?

Broke a couple rap niggas hearts in two

Now dem ah chat pon interviews (interviews, interviews)

It's clear to see they wanna be me

Hit the road, E-X-I-T

My flow, they B-I-T

Shots thrown, but I-D-C

Go home or do it B-I-G

My throne, they can't S-I-T

My crown, you can't F-I-T

I'ma tell you like a nigga told me

Spit your game, pop your shit

Face on pretty, ass stay thick

Beef with who? She got the right one

All these rap bitches they ain't got to like none

Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one

Pink one taken, I got the white one

These rap bitches you like is my sons

Stick 'em on this rap shit when I'm done