You couldn't be serious, was you?
Looking at my new man, wish it was you?
But you're dead now!
Sign of the cross on ya chest and ya head now
Guilty is what you pled now
Left Queens, hit Brooklyn I'm on a belt now
Stupid is what you felt now!
When you see me on TV have a meltdown
B-b-b-bombs away
Tryna sneak tip hit me when slimes away
Rolie on but I ain’t got time of day
Time'll tell, Chanel, get that Lagerfeld