Ms. Whitman

Ms. Whitman
[Intro: The Inter Milan Ultras & Bhad Bhabie]
(She ride the dick like a carnival)
(I done did the impossible)
Here I am!
[Verse]
Why this bitch obsessed with me? I just don't understand (Understand)
You sucked the dick straight out my ass
Who got the upper hand? (Ha-ha)
I see why you ain't got no friends, you're miss “I'll f*** your man” (Fuck your man)
Your step mom burned out, why she took her sister's second-hand? (Wow)
I know your route, you're reaching out, you need my name for clout
That stinky pu*** got you kicked out the Kardashian house (Stank)
You hit my DM like, “No more,” I guess you tapping out (Now)
I go rehab with this flow, bitch, I'm blackin' out (Out)
No you're not a model, give that flow right back to Latto (Back to Latto)
You're ugly with no makeup, for some beat you f*** on Jacob (Dirty whore)
How many times I've got to tell these hoes I've been that bitch? (Been that bitch)
No money long, shit on the floor, live like I'm printed
7 foreign cars, live on the hills, my shit ain't [?]
Keep my baby daddy name out your fuckin' mouth, fore I smother (Bitch)
This hoe belong all in the zoo, see I don't understand (I don't understand)
She fuc*** on Tyga and killed babies, I seen the sonogram (I seen it)
Flex like me, wanna be just like me
But I got plaques, on plaques, on plaques
Like Soulja Boy teeth
Dye your hair like me? Weird bitch, not me
They f*** you back to back to back
That could never be me (Never be)
I see…