Queen's Disease

Baby, where's your crown? How many karats?
No more purple for the drip, ain't you embarrassed?
If it ain't copacetic, then she might have to dead it
Tell you a lie with those blue eyes and say she never said it

You lead the army while I pull up to the party with a party bag
For the whole cul de sac, where the homies at? (where they at?)
You try to reach her, but her friend, she been a preacher
She a preacher, man
She don't need a man, you don't understand

Heart attacks from your sleeve, baby, let it bleed
Got exactly what you want, but don't know what you need
Backwoods and backshots, you can barely breathe
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease

Oh, woah-woah
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease
(Oh, yeah, oh yeah)
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease

Baby, is it cold? All the gold on your neck (on your neck)
It's time for me and you
I saw from your Patek (let me get that watch)
Should need that two-tone Rollie with baguettes, nothin' less (Ah)
You can't show your queen no disrespect, oh no

You leave his army and you pull up to my party with the party pack
With the whole cul de sac, where the real ones at? (where they at?)
Men try, get at you, but they freezin' like a statue
We just stare at them, but the vaccine in your cup
Nah, you don't need no friends

Heart attacks from your sleeve, baby, let it bleed
Got exactly what you wan, but don't know what you need
Backwoods and backshots, you can barely breathe
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease

Oh, woah-woah
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease
Oh, woah, oh yeah
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease

Oh, woah, oh woah-woah
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease
Oh, woah, oh woah-woah
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease
(Like, basically, city girl summer is on and poppin', like, wassup?)