Snap
I mean, the second that I left the scene
It was fucking stagnant
No fucking noise, just fucking crickets
Nobody was doing shit
Cause they didn't have the LizPrint
Everybody knows that I run this shit like the navy
That's how it is I ain't tryna be shady
Got WuChang counting on me, no fucking breaks
Ain't no time to be lazy
I'ma girl boss, boss girl, executive
I don't really give a fuck if you're sensitive
I'ma say it straight up to you fucking kids
I don't fuck with lames, I don't fuck with negligence
They hate me cause I put my money where my mouth is
I don't talk shit, bitch I talk statistics
Black pantsuit with the red lipstick
It's not personal, it's just business (bitch)
You can hate me all you want
But you can't make my music not bop
Bitch Imma keep my airplay cause you know I'm hot
I'm always on the radio it's never gonna stop
My old shit's relevant, your new shit's not
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
I've been under all this pressure, they wanna see me not hold back
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
I've been under all this pressure, now I think it's time to clap back
10 #1's and I barely drop my rap shit
Catch you talkin' shit, imma put you on my blacklist
Making shit up, yeah, you bitches is some adlibs
I am the It Girl, you bitches just has-beens
I only make hits, I ain't gotta diss
I don't gotta namedrop just to farm some clicks
Hit song every genre, bitch, I never miss
I don't need a big feature or some ass to kiss, bitch
Got sold-out shows at the Vinewood Bowl
You could never come close
That's why I do it again
Never plateau, bitch, you know I always ascend
You can only pull my crowds when you playin' pretend
I got Dean World poppin' with a 10 minute promo
You hoes plan for months and it's lookin' like a no-show
Lizbians waiting outside getting FOMO
Your careers are over, RIP bozo
How you metal detect and can't find no bars?
How you lyin' in raps about fancy cars?
How you blaming this shit on me and P
When you bitches only really got beef with CG?
I'm tired of the bullshit
Mind on my business
That's why I never waste my time on these disses
Everybody wanna chime with they two cents
Cause it's always about the gang, not the music
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
I've been under all this pressure, they wanna see me not hold back
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
I've been under all this pressure, now I think it's time to clap back
Always, headlining, you just complimentary
Got bars on bars like a penitentiary
Yeah, you bitches wish that you could put a label on me
Cause I always shake the table when the light is on me
Girl, I was born a star, I never had to fake it
Never had to stick to one sound to make it
My music touch all bases
Where's the flavor? You bitches just basic
You got weak flow, you don't need pads
Not me though, bitch, I need Tampax
Cause my flow too heavy when I'm spitting on the mic
Never lipsync, bitch, I always do it live
Put all that hater ass energy into your performance
When you on-stage, look at how these bitches snorin'
That's why you taking notes from a boss bitch
Next time you copy, you better cite your source, bitch
It was fucking stagnant
No fucking noise, just fucking crickets
Nobody was doing shit
Cause they didn't have the LizPrint
Everybody knows that I run this shit like the navy
That's how it is I ain't tryna be shady
Got WuChang counting on me, no fucking breaks
Ain't no time to be lazy
I'ma girl boss, boss girl, executive
I don't really give a fuck if you're sensitive
I'ma say it straight up to you fucking kids
I don't fuck with lames, I don't fuck with negligence
They hate me cause I put my money where my mouth is
I don't talk shit, bitch I talk statistics
Black pantsuit with the red lipstick
It's not personal, it's just business (bitch)
You can hate me all you want
But you can't make my music not bop
Bitch Imma keep my airplay cause you know I'm hot
I'm always on the radio it's never gonna stop
My old shit's relevant, your new shit's not
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
I've been under all this pressure, they wanna see me not hold back
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
I've been under all this pressure, now I think it's time to clap back
10 #1's and I barely drop my rap shit
Catch you talkin' shit, imma put you on my blacklist
Making shit up, yeah, you bitches is some adlibs
I am the It Girl, you bitches just has-beens
I only make hits, I ain't gotta diss
I don't gotta namedrop just to farm some clicks
Hit song every genre, bitch, I never miss
I don't need a big feature or some ass to kiss, bitch
Got sold-out shows at the Vinewood Bowl
You could never come close
That's why I do it again
Never plateau, bitch, you know I always ascend
You can only pull my crowds when you playin' pretend
I got Dean World poppin' with a 10 minute promo
You hoes plan for months and it's lookin' like a no-show
Lizbians waiting outside getting FOMO
Your careers are over, RIP bozo
How you metal detect and can't find no bars?
How you lyin' in raps about fancy cars?
How you blaming this shit on me and P
When you bitches only really got beef with CG?
I'm tired of the bullshit
Mind on my business
That's why I never waste my time on these disses
Everybody wanna chime with they two cents
Cause it's always about the gang, not the music
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
I've been under all this pressure, they wanna see me not hold back
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
Everybody wants to see me snap (snap)
I've been under all this pressure, now I think it's time to clap back
Always, headlining, you just complimentary
Got bars on bars like a penitentiary
Yeah, you bitches wish that you could put a label on me
Cause I always shake the table when the light is on me
Girl, I was born a star, I never had to fake it
Never had to stick to one sound to make it
My music touch all bases
Where's the flavor? You bitches just basic
You got weak flow, you don't need pads
Not me though, bitch, I need Tampax
Cause my flow too heavy when I'm spitting on the mic
Never lipsync, bitch, I always do it live
Put all that hater ass energy into your performance
When you on-stage, look at how these bitches snorin'
That's why you taking notes from a boss bitch
Next time you copy, you better cite your source, bitch
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Writer(s): Liz Anya, Niko Rain
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