Ms. Whitman

Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honour roll (She ride the dick like a carnival)
You thought I wasn't gonna come back for more, dumb, dirty bitch?
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honour roll
She ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible

Why this bitch obsessed with me? I just don't understand
You sucked the dick straight out my ass
Who got the upper hand? (Haha)
I see why you ain't got no friends
You're Miss I'll-Fuck-Your-Man (Fuck your man)
Your stepmom burnt out why she took her sister's second-hand? (Wow)
I know your route, you're reaching out
You need my name for clout (Clout)
That stanky pussy
Got you kicked out the Kardashian house (Ahahaha, stanky)
You hit my DM like
"No more diss songs," you tappin' out (Tappin' out)
I go rehab with this flow, bitch, I'm blackin' out (Blackin' out)

No, you not a model
Give that flow right back to Latto (Back to Latto)
You ugly without no makeup
For some beats you fuck on Jacob (Dirty whore)
How many times I got to tell these hoes
I been that bitch? (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 yo' fuckin' mouth 'fore I Will Smith it (Bitch)
This ho belong all in the zoo
See, I don't understand (I don't understand)
She fucked on Tyga and killin' babies, I seen the sonogram (I seen it)

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 (Never be me)
Ain't speakin' facts, she made me laugh
I call her Marlon Wayans (Hahaha)
Them NFL boys ran the train on you, now you on da team (Damn)
How this bitch got a thousand bodies ain't old enough to drink?
Jackboy fucked that pussy out in Florida
You fuck on anything (Jackboy)
I know about you
Just with little fame
It's easy to get that whore up out you (That whore about 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 (Dumb bitch)

Damn, Alabama, you a tramp, Alabama
Wave this Drake 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 colour socks I got on