Hey, uh... I wrote a verse on my own contest beat. And I hope you like it. Alright I'm rich, I ain't even write a rap last week Me and your bitch got a Snapchat streak If you throw that shit, I'mma catch that heat With the fam, getting higher than a NASDAQ peak Y'all rap mad weak while I'm smashing foreigns In the back of foreigns, yeah that shit's a hobby Wrist be shining, shout to Danny Torrance I be looking gorgeous in the hotel lobby All I really need's a bottle of jack And a tall boy to let me borrow his jacket A hundred cuties, got 'em all on my mattress They say I'm fantastic whenever I'm rapping Yeah, you know I love the attention And how all my enemies acting so friendly Cut my hair and got my septum pierced And it didn't hurt, that's the white girl in me I'm just flexing on 'em for some fun I don't think I'm ever done, fuck these nitwits Hottest underneath the sun Street Fighter with the stun, Chun-Li spin kick Y'all ain't really even 'bout Half the shit you talk about, fake ass rap stars Y'all get left up in the dust Y'all go left a fucking ton, wait, that's Nascar Got so much drive I be speeding Fuck the reviews you be reading, end up in the deep end My crew got heat when it's freezing So fuck everything you believe in Yeah, a couple morons spewed some hate in my mentions And I really wish you would both talk less now I just got back from the place where your chick is When I hit it right, she make Roblox death sounds (oof!) Thanks for watching