Virginia Beach - Mykki Blanco

Where’s the spotlight?

A bitch about to steal it

I don’t mean no hard feelings

But you know I’m 'bout to fill it

Kill it

The nigga y’all sees is low so

That blindfold bitches fronting better say so

I’m swagging Omarosa while you know she’s well respected

In the West, well-connected on the East was finna beast on

Hip-hop hair with the wanna rumble

Any rap bitch trying to start shit, but I be humbler

Divide and conquer yo, I claim this life

Wether the fame come or not, I fucking slay you with a mic

I stayed awake all night plotting my takeover

Got a militia my nigga, things about to be over

I said that, that there said Blanco couldn’t do it

Same basic bitches talking shit.

Fuck it, nigga, show them

I didn’t do it for them then.

Why do it for them now?

It’s Blanco.

It’s all white, blinding all you clowns

Yo we tipped off, little rockers ripped off

Little shock a dick off, little papa piss off

Bitches in their bum seats stays out here looking hungry

Eating good, living good, we crispy like new money

Shine on 'em.

Shine, shine on 'em.

Shine on 'em

Grind on 'em.

Grind, grind on 'em

Mykki tricky.

Mykki feel so sticky

Mykki be so freaky, eh sticky

Like my, my, my Johnny Gilliam, Ima feel him

Handcuff him to the bed, and make him scream out to the ceiling

It’s Blanco the villainess, trillest bitch you dealing with

Y’all ain’t got to front cause I know you niggas feeling it

We in Virginia Beach boardwalking, bitches squawking

We gonna empty his pockets, but we fuck him and drop him

Hey, this much hype, motherfucker in the world

The real came in lipstick, dressed like a girl

I’m a handsome, come and do that in her city

With a joint up in my cleavage and a fresh-cut kitty, dog

(I'm on top of the world.)

I’m the pretty face with the Alaïa waist.

Bombshell status

Them bitches think they bad but we know we the baddest

Nigga I’m 'a shine like a brand new dime

You suckers better get yours, cause Ima get mine

Mykki tricky Blanco, yeah you might have heard of me

I rhyme so slick, my own verbs slip under me

Never been a worker beetle, never try to front on me

Scared bitches run from me.

Somebody take this gun from me

Come for me, I dare you to and then I’ll scare you

You might be Serena bitch, but trust me, ma, I’ll Blair you

Tear you into pieces, yeah I’m tasty like Reese’s

Break you down, work the Word like I was writing a thesis

What if Jesus played God’s son cause he’s the only one

Who can tackle my demons, quarterback all my evils

If Jacob Man’s the king I guess I’m his daughter

These boots are made for walking, and I’m Mykki Sinatra

These blunts are made for smoking and that’s just what we’ll do

And one of these days that Purple Haze is gonna' catch right up with you