[Verse 1]
Where's the spotlight?
A b**h about to steal it
I don't mean no hard feelings
But you know I'm 'bout to fill it
k** it
The [Lower West?] n***a y'all sees is low so
That blindfold b**hes fronting better say so
I'm swagging Omarosa while you know she's well respected
In the West, well-connected on the East was finna beast on []
Hip-hop hair with the [] wanna rumble
Any rap b**h trying to start sh**, but I be humbler
Divide and conquer yo, I claim this life
Wether the fame come or not, I f**ing slay you with a mic
I stayed awake all night plotting my takeover
Got a militia my n***a, things about to be over
I said that, that there said Blanco couldn't do it
Same basic b**hes talking sh**. f** it, n***a, show them
I didn't do it for them then. Why do it for them now?
It's Blanco. It's all white, blinding all you clowns
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Yo we tipped off, little rockers ripped off
Little shock a dick off, little papa piss off
b**hes in their bum seats stays out here looking hungry
Eating good, living good, we crispy like new money
Shine on 'em. Shine, shine on 'em. Shine on 'em
Grind on 'em. Grind, grind on 'em
Mykki tricky. Mykki feel so sticky
Mykki be so freaky, eh sticky []
[Verse 2]
Like my, my, my Johnny Gilliam, Ima feel him
Handcuff him to the bed, and make him scream out to the ceiling
It's Blanco the villainess, trillest b**h you dealing with
Y'all ain't got to front cause I know you n***as feeling it
We in Virginia Beach boardwalking, b**hes squawking
We gonna empty his pockets, but we f** him and drop him
Hey, this much hype, motherf**er in the world
The real came in lipstick, dressed like a girl
I'm a handsome [], come and do that in her city
With a joint up in my cleavage and a fresh-cut kitty, dog
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[Verse 3]
(I'm on top of the world.)
I'm the pretty face with the Alaïa waist. Bombshell status
Them b**hes think they bad but we know we the baddest
n***a I'm 'a shine like a brand new dime
You s**ers better get yours, cause Ima get mine
Mykki tricky Blanco, yeah you might have heard of me
I rhyme so slick, my own verbs slip under me
Never been a worker beetle, never try to front on me
Scared b**hes run from me. Somebody take this gun from me
Come for me, I dare you to and then I'll scare you
You might be Serena b**h, but trust me, ma, I'll Blair you
Tear you into pieces, yeah I'm tasty like Reese's
Break you down, work the Word like I was writing a thesis
What if Jesus played God's son cause he's the only one
Who can tackle my demons, quarterback all my evils
If Jacob Man's the king I guess I'm his daughter
These boots are made for walking, and I'm Mykki Sinatra
These blunts are made for smoking and that's just what we'll do
And one of these days that Purple Haze is gonna' catch right up with you
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