Ms. Whitman lyrics

[Intro]
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
You thought I wasn't gonna come back for more you dumb, dirty b*tch?
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She ride the di*k like a carnival
I done did the impossible

[Verse]
Why this b*tch obsessed with me? I just don't understand
You sucked the di*k straight out my ass, who got the upper hand? (Haha)
I see why you ain't got no friends, you're Miss I'll-f*ck-Your-Man (f*ck your man)
Your stepmom burnt out, why she took her sister's second-hand? (Wow)
I know your route, you're reaching out, you need my name for clout (Clout)
That stanky pus*y got you kicked out the Kardashian house (Ahahaha, stanky)
You hit my DM like, "No more diss songs," you tappin' out (Tappin' out)
I go rehab with this flow, b*tch, I'm blackin' out (Blackin' out)
No, you not a model, give that flow right back to Latto (Back to Latto)
You ugly with no makeup, for some beats, you f*ck on Jacob (Dirty whore)
How many times I got to tell these hoes I been that b*tch? (Been that b*tch)
My money long, sh*t on the floor, look like I print it, uh
Seven foreign cars, live on the Hills, my sh*t ain't rented
Keep my baby daddy name out yo' f*ckin' mouth 'fore I Will Smith it (b*tch)
This ho belong all in the zoo, see, I don't understand (I don't understand)
She f*cked on Tyga and killin' 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 b*tch, not me
They f*cked you back to back to back, that could never be me (Never be me)
Ain't speakin' facts, she make me laugh, I call her Marlon Wayans (Hahaha)
Them NFL boys ran a train on you, now you on the team (Damn)
How this b*tch got a thousand bodies, ain't old enough to drink?
Jackboy f*cked that pus*y out in Florida, you f*ck on anything (Jackboy)
I know about you
Just with little fame, it's easy to get that whore up out you (That whore about you)
Almost overdosed on a vape, nobody ain't call about you
I played a role to be your friend to beat the smoke out you (Dumb b*tch)
[Chorus]
Damn, Alabama, you a tramp, Alabama
Wave this Drac' out the window, God's plan, Alabama
Simon says stomp your feet, move your hands, Alabama
Bhabie says I'm up the street, like here I am, Alabama

[Outro]
You really dumb enough to think I'll tell you anything, you dumb, dirty ho
I wouldn't tell you what color socks I got on