Slayed

Hey Prada, where you been?

Relaxed for a second but I'm back again
The girls still tryna get like me
Still fucked your man, bitch, that's the tea
Who served you hoes the voodoo puss?
Whose pussy smells like a rose bush?
I said it once and I'll say it again, don't come for me unless I send
Your lace front still some shit I threw up
You fuck with Joanne, you get chewed up
I put these girls on, ain't it funny
So don't come for the queen, honey
Prada gonna take you all to church
Slide my pumps on and get to work
To all that hate me, I know it hurts
But Prada's back to quench your thirst

I know when you were little queens
You dreamt of creeping on the scene
But I'm back to block your way
Admit it bitch, you just got

Slayed, you just got slayed
Slayed, you just got slayed

Who the fuck else can do what I did?
That cracker faggot, that lohan kid?
You got me fucked up like B. Scott's face
Fuck Taylor Swift and fuck bloody space
I came through the cut in trash bags and wigs
Girls still pop their shit to Big Dick
I'm the icon, I'm the legend
I'll come for you and all your edges
Messy queen but you're a piece of burger
Your eyebrows look so fucking murderous
Synthetic, dried up, ponytail
With your Family Dollar press-on nails
The fuck do you mean? You ain't even that funny
VH-1, where the fuck is my money?
I did it first and I'll do it last
I'll take you hoes to pussy class

I know when you were little queens
You dreamt of creeping on the scene
But I'm back to block your way
Admit it, bitch, you just got

Slayed, you just got slayed
Slayed, you just got slayed

Are you mad 'cause my pussy smells like roses, girl?
Are you fucking mad?
Because your YouTube is at a motherfucking halt?
This is a fucking mess
What are you gonna do, cunt?
What are you gonna do, cunt?
Bitch, you can't afford it
You can't afford it

Slayed, you just got slayed
Slayed, you just got slayed
Slayed, you just got slayed
Slayed, you just got slayed
Slayed, you just got slayed
Slayed, you just got slayed
Slayed, you just got slayed