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…