[Intro: Keys]
See, when you say sh** like
You k**ed every rap b**h in the building
A real lyrical b**h get mad and gotta go in on your dumb a**
Like this, Okay
[Verse: Keys]
I was on the motherf**ing Youtube
Had my little nephew, try'na find them Blues Clues
Then I see something 'bout a new little rap b**h
Told him "hold tight," I just had to click that sh**!
Then I'm like "what? my sh** must got a virus!
This is not a rap b**h, this is Miley Cyrus!
Must be something wrong cause the speakers is playing sh**
But she on the second verse and still not saying sh**"
Then I'm like "Oh, my sh** acting right!
It's just this b**h simply not rapping right!"
See, I was laying low y'all, I was on my trap sh**
Putting it off - I'll get back to the rap sh**
I'mma let 'em simmer then hit 'em with the fire
But I ain't know the need was this motherf**ing dire!
I ain't know y'all was listening to them trickin' a** birds and sh**
I ain't know they was making up words and sh**!
Heh, but it's cool, we be loading up the black trucks
We riding out, first stop gon' be that s*ut
f** "Five Stars" b**h, Keys is a galaxy!
The rap game hungry, tell 'em I'm the calories!
I'm sneezing at these b**hes, fake chickens is an allergy
I don't get gifts, n***as put me on a salary
Now who's gon' pop off? Go hard, not soft!
I used your last mixtape to wipe my niece's snot off!
I am an infection, how you gon' stop it?
All up in your blood stream, no antibiotic
They like "Keys, drop it!" I'm like "no, pop sh**!"
Swagger is galactic, I'mma need a rocket
If b**hes gon' respond, then I think they shouldn't
Leave their brains more gelatinous than banana pudding
But see, I ain't gonna talk about it, cops gon' draw some chalk around it
These birds ain't 'bout sh**, they just gon' squawk about it
If you wanna try me, you know where to find me
I be in my den, eating b**hes where the lions be
I saw the Come Up, b**h, I never felt ya!
You the Harajuku Barbie and I'm going to melt ya!
She sound stupid - who the f** talks like that?
You not hard, you'd get k**ed 'round these parts like that
f** try'na get shine off your name
I'm a motherf**ing bully, I ain't worried 'bout the fame
I don't see another rap b**h around to pick on
You say you're plastic - perfect sh** to sh** on
I'm speaking for the hood, they say you're wack, I'm sorry
I'm a grown-a** woman, what I need with a Barbie!
When I did play with toys, it was nines and Glocks
There was no Polly in my pocket, I was toting them rocks
When the boys tried play, I was like "no, you dumb"
I was chasing big sh**, they Money was too Young
If you thinking 'bout popping, I will smash you, stop
Your bars is inexistent like them gats you got
And this sh** sound faker than that a** you got
I'm Keys! What good is that getting latches locked?
When you thought that you k**ed every b**h in the spot
Keys was in the parking lot, loading the Glock
When you came out the door, finished gluing your weave in
Keys ran up on that a**, b**h, you ain't leaving!
[Outro: Keys]
Like, heh-heh
I just single-handedly like
Made more sense than she did in like
ALL HER MIXTAPES!
Hahahahahaha
That's some sad sh**, that's some that's some sad sh** (x4)
Hah-hah! It's Keys, b**hes!