Lyrics:

first things first
up in the verse

got me a bag &
he got you a purse

give 'em that drake
& rihanna that

(work)

i get my cake ho’s
& i go to turks


nigga i’m hot, dawg
gimme the works

gimme the his,
gimme the hers

gimme the shoes,
gimme the furs

spur of the moment,
i ball like the spurs


go 'head & quit it

y’all bitches suck &
y’all know it, admit it

he wanna pet on 
the kitten

he say “the barbie 
exquisite” 

meanwhile you 
bitches horrific

name one thing y’all
ain’t bitten 

i’m the only bitch
had the nerve to
come & switch it

that’s why i say
“if you get it, 
you get it”

told 'em last project
to get on they pivot 

(wait)

everybody knows 
i run this shit 5x

*kelly speaks*


i know they feel her,
they are not realer

barbie is iller, she 
the don dealer

up in the villa, fur 
chinchilla

hoes so bitter niggas
wanna get with her

niggas be vanilla,
you know i’ma kill her

game so boring, where
is the spitters? 

you know i’m the
bitch they wanna 
get rid of 

you know that i am 
the bitch that they 
sick of, sick of


them bitches mad
cause i’m on

using my tone cause
they don’t got they own

saks is my home, 
nordstrom my home

that is where a real bad
barbie gone rome

wait, this is what my
fans want

but this is not what 
your ass want

maybe you do, 
maybe you don’t 

or maybe you scared
or maybe you clone(d)


like uhn, bitch 
what the fuck? 

you know we pull
up in that bentley truck

dollars and funds only
thing that i trust

i gotta win little bitch,
it’s a must 

me and my bitches is 
out in the club

sipping that bub',
we getting drunk

you can’t be us,
bitch you a bum

i got more talent up 
in my left thumb (ow!)


bitch you do not
got the guts 

outside vanilla and
cherry the guts

bitch you not cold,
you not even cut

he wanna feel on 
this lil' bubble butt

keep it a buck,
this ain’t no luck

i’m not obligated 
to give bitches love

all of the posts, 
all of the subs 

and that shit still 
couldn’t block all
my dubs

nigga nigga what?

fuck all you sluts

bitch you a hoffman,
i pay you dust

i need some cheese,
stuff in the crust

i told you bitches 
“enough is enough”

i’m going nuts, 
bitch i go stupid 

like i belong somewhere 
on the short bus

as for the nappy headed
ass hoes, they need a 
permenator & a brush

everybody knows
i run this shit 5x

bitch!

RUN THIS SHIT

Lyrics:

I’m so… (4x)

I’m so blind to the bullshit,
'nough on my plate, full shit

All they do is laugh at you 
dummy bitch on your fool shit

Say what you gone do, but
you’re never gonna do shit

Real plays and music, 
I don’t gotta prove shit 


Everytime I drop they don’t
got a choice but admit that 
I’m winning, bitch you null & void

I’m not sharing no titles
bitch, I am not Lloyd

Put some bass in your voice 
and stop mocking my voice 

Say you “better”, I’m
rolling all up in this Royce

You my seed, keep it bean,
I ain’t talking no soy

Step your Cookies and Chips
up, word to Ahoy! 

Or you get the “Boot” that’s 
word to my Cowboy


N-Nine times out of ten
I don’t gotta say shit

N-Nine times out of ten
I’m mothering your favorite

T-talking 'bout a spot? 
What the fuck your ass taking?

D-dropped and deleted cause
that shit was tanking

Stop all that playing, you buy 
that shit, they ain’t playing 

Bitch ima ball, ima go 
Super Saiyan 

Talking that shit when 
I’m skinny and pretty

You need a waist train
and that face is decaying


I’m pushing the pedal
He buying me petals 

They know they ain’t better
They know that it’s levels

If i get the Prada
That make me the Devil?

If i get the Rollie
It’s pink on the bezel

These bitches is corny
These bitches is kettle

I’m getting that cake 
Feel like Hensel and Gretel

These bitches is slow 
So they think that they special

I told 'em it’s crunch time 
I told 'em it’s Nestle (2x)


Somebody tell her
ima put her in a casket

Wrist on Easter,
matter fact basket

Matter fact Ice Cream, 
matter fact Baskin

Who the fuck said you 
was done getting lashings?

Call her Potato the 
way im mashing

Stop tryna mix it up
we ain’t matching

She going crazy? 
well bitch i go bat shit

These bitches don’t 
know the half like a fraction


Please don’t touch 
these versace heels 

Sprees in the hills 
and he foot the bill

Might pop Percs &
pills for the thrill

All they do is steal 
and still im so ill

Bubblegum or Hot Pink
on my automobile 

I’m the best maid bitch,
they know ima big deal 

That’s about a couple mil'
if i do your little deal

Where they want the
Barbie at? UK or Brazil?


I’m pushing the pedal
He buying me petals 

They know they ain’t better
They know that it’s levels

If i get the Prada
That make me the Devil?

If i get the Rollie
It’s pink on the bezel

These bitches is corny
These bitches is kettle

I’m getting that cake 
Feel like Hensel and Gretel

These bitches is slow 
So they think that they special

I told 'em it’s crunch time 
I told 'em it’s Nestle (2x)


Hold up, wait a minute, let me fixate bitch, She can’t hang if she ain’t about an 8 bitch,
Whole lotta body but your pockets losing weight bitch,
Pilate body but my pockets out of shape bitch

Hold up, wait a minute, let me fixate bitch, You can’t hang if you ain’t about an 8 bitch, You ain’t hear me on that Hard!/BEEN record? You still gon’ settle for a cheesecake bitch?

Ugh! Ew! Is you for real, man? Head to bank for my bills then,
I count it up, throw it in the Louis duffle, then Giuseppe pump out the building

Leave the rest to collect interest, nothing interesting with you bitches, Lil sis the only bitch fucking with me, Hold up wait a minute.. is that incest?

I’m really the Moodboard for these bitches, Hop out of the two door on these bitches, 
All I do Pop It Off so Undisputed cause I’m too bored with y’all bitches

I’m so Paris, I’m so Lindsay, I’m so Kim K, I’m so Britney
No matter where I go, They know a bitch name,
Mines brand new & yours flimsy


I’m pushing the pedal
He buying me petals 

They know they ain’t better
They know that it’s levels

If i get the Prada
That make me the Devil?

If i get the Rollie
It’s pink on the bezel

These bitches is corny
These bitches is kettle

I’m getting that cake 
Feel like Hensel and Gretel

These bitches is slow 
So they think that they special

I told 'em it’s crunch time 
I told 'em it’s Nestle (2x)

LVLS (feat. Malibu Way)

Lyrics:

if im bussin' down
yo blocky then you
better have a glocky

pretty face with all
this body, i can’t help 
but be so cocky

everybody, that mean 
niggas and bitches,
they call me mommy

and don’t say bitches 
can’t top me, that’s just you
stating the obvi (2x)


im the truth, i ain’t lying 
if i sell it, then they buying 

if i drop this little bag, 
make sure everybody dying 

just like purple it get viole(n)t 
bitches plotting & they spying 

i ain’t playing when 
i say that all this ice 
could start a riot


im the rap hilary, 
bitch you the duff

im finna cop me 
some cartier cuffs

they think im arrogant 
cause they not hearing it, 

but bitch i literally 
mean im stuck up 

black leather boot coming
out the black truck

i get my cheese then 
them deuces i chuck 

yea bitch, that was a set up 

wish a bitch would 
like a muh' fucking chuck


ayo,

lyrically, mentally, physically 

everytime i look
around, i see many me’s 

we are not enemies, 
not with no mini me’s

i leave the bull on read, 
don’t give em energy

i see through bitches,
so they never clearing me

they so inferior,
they dont put fear in me

overall mother,
bitch im the epitome

literally, wanna be like
me, but we are not similies


did you catch the metaphor?

if it’s not me, then 
what they rapping for?

aventador and it’s 
not no four door

mink on the floors, he 
got a bitch on all fours

they are not natural,
they gotta force

i hear my tone up
in your chorus

what can i say?
except for of course

i mean, barbie is 
the moodboard

and everytime i shoot
i’m gone score

i can’t name a beat 
i ain’t tore 

way my supporters 
know all my lyrics 

maybe i should go
on tour 

these bitches don’t 
know the half

these bitches don’t 
know the lore

they wondering why 
i’m winning

i told 'em go ask
the lord


if im bussin' down
yo blocky then you
better have a glocky

pretty face with all
this body, i can’t help 
but be so cocky

everybody, that mean 
niggas and bitches,
they call me mommy

and don’t say bitches 
can’t top me, that’s just you
stating the obvi (2x)

BLOCKY

Lyrics:

now everybody wanna
get they ass a pretty gang

they getting silly,
i’ma pull a couple
silly strings

this that alexander 
wang with the 
helmut lang

i get the braids then 
you know i get the
chinese bangs

that little bitch career
a wrap, i got 'em 
tryna sing 

hit eliante, told 
him “go and ice 
my barbie chain”

these bitches don’t 
know where they 
going on that 
hate train 

and how you claiming
you different doing 
the same thing?


bitches bored get 
a couple cords

thinking she can
fuck with the 
moodboard

get the 44 special
leave this bitch up
in a gore

bitches still tryna
beat my last high 
score

you know the one
where i extincted 
all the dinosaurs?


but never mind that,
still ain’t reach my 
climax 

watching me like
IMAX

they like where 
the fuck you
find that?

go against the barbie,
brutality, mortal kombat 

crown and the ring,
don’t nothing move
till i sign that

hits i got a plethora,
box a bitch like ethika 

you a replica, bitch
i did that and etcetera

they cannot compare
to her, all them bitches
scared of her

i do it on the regular,
but i am not your 
regular


ayo, gimme the keys
to the mercedes

these bitches career
sinking like they 
name sadie

still living like london
tipton, yea bitch
“yay me” 

we closing the curtains 
if you try to play me


like knock it off hoe

you know i been 
princess ever since 
pop it off hoe

put my tiara on again, 
ima knock it off hoe 

keep on bugging me,
ima off a hoe

wanna get to acting 
like she paul then
i’ma walk a hoe


they got no meaning,
they don’t got no reason

fur coat and it’s vegan 
for every single season

if that bitch cold then 
i must be freezing

bitch i get the whole 
grain, you get the
wheat thin


now everybody wanna
get they ass a pretty gang

they getting silly,
i’ma pull a couple
silly strings

this that alexander 
wang with the 
helmut lang

i get the braids then 
you know i get the
chinese bangs

that little bitch career
a wrap, i got 'em 
tryna sing 

hit eliante, told 
him “go and ice 
my barbie chain”

these bitches don’t 
know where they 
going on that 
hate train 

and how you claiming
you different doing 
the same thing?


“ayo barbie!”

waddup? 

“i heard they tryna
make another you”

how they gone do 
that when none of
them is taking w’s

oops i left my lip 
gloss, y’all gone have 
to take a double u

i can’t be his bm
'til he put me in that w

fuck wrong with these
fuck bitches, i don’t 
gotta fuck with you

hottest style, every 
shoe, every single
color too

and when i leave bitch 
that don’t mean get 
comfortable 

it mean your ass
better be ready to
rumble boo

these bitches suck 
'specially on them
jerk beats

bitches keep on
sucking, i’m surprised
they ain’t got herpes

fat bitch we can’t work 
it out, you better do 
some burpees

cock a doodle doo,
bitch we get that
chicken early


now everybody wanna
get they ass a pretty gang

they getting silly,
i’ma pull a couple
silly strings

this that alexander 
wang with the 
helmut lang

i get the braids then 
you know i get the
chinese bangs

BARBIE CHAIN

Lyrics:

uh oh (3x)


ayo

i heard you dissing
& it got me bored

cause every time 
you rapping

bitch you getting 
chopped like a 
karate board

they know my body
bitch i body whores

they know i stay
up in the air & im the 
one but i ain’t gotta force 


all pinked out maybach,
shark boots & they 
stay locked 

they gone wait for 
the main drop

if i don’t move then
they can’t pop

money look like 
a rain drop 

we don’t go to
the same shop

if i’m not around 
then the game stop


all these diamonds
& this money on me
like a rainbow

all this money real, give 
a fuck if i’m a fake hoe

say that she don’t 
like me, bitch just say 
that you can’t take hoe

wonder what’s the next 
thing that i do that they 
gone take hoe


(i got em saying)

“princess we need you,
we live & we breathe you”

i’m the generous princess 
so let me feed you

pop goes the weasel,
popping out in that diesel 

bitch you not no mother, 
you gassed, dumb bitch you diesel


don’t know why these
bitches testing me, like
why they testing me?

they know i’m they mother,
it’s they mother fucking 
destiny—child

all of them bitches,
they in denial 

but what they doing
now.. i can pull from 
my old file


wait, you tryna run
the beat? 

at least get on the beat

standing ovation, get 
you clapped so please 
go take a seat

ain’t like none of my 
songs, but begged
me for a feat.

that whack ass EP, 
don’t do it for the GP


like i revived bitches 
careers, now y’all got 
them hoes on every song

but that’s what happen
when you can’t get me
on every song

but where the streams
go when your ass
stand alone?

that whack ass tone,
who the fuck gone 
wanna be your clone?


bitch i know it gotta sting a bit

how every time i spit
bitches feeling hit

but that’s just cause
bitches always sneak diss

but that’s just cause 
bitches always steal my shit 


but i don’t know man,
i’m too cold man

& the wrist too frosty,
snowman

all you other bitches 
gotta go man

cause i’m the greatest 
bitch like the showman


you can go viral 
all day little bitch

cause the talent
really don’t equate 
little bitch

two weeks, real 2k 
little bitch

i shoot shots, 2k
little bitch

that mean i’m 
too great little bitch

killing these hoes,
john wayne little bitch

wait little bitch, 
can’t take little bitch?

how ironic, you the main 
ONE to TAKE little bitch

KARATE BOARD

Prod. VinoMadeIt & DB! at the end 

Lyrics: 

im in a new kinda bag
with a new kinda bag

making new kinda fags
get a new kinda mad

and i guess she can tag
if her shoe kinda fab

jag coupe color black
give a fuck about a tab


these bitches know 
what it’s giving

reason they cooking
in the kitchen

this the thanks for
the giving?

they falling off just
like on beats

can’t name the last
one you written

so if we talking bout
your hits, can’t name
the last one you written


(PAUSE)

now y’all clicking up
(PAUSE)

now your numbers up
(PAUSE)

flow is such a bore
(YAWN)

bitch you old, menopause
barbie doll got no flaws

i got that effect cause 
everybody wanna 
beef with me

barbie the final boss


these bitches know 
who the fuck to
play with

i’ll body them & 
the hoes that they with

i ain’t never really need 
the hoes i came with 

on & offline you gone
get the same bitch

like when peter piper &
pick up the pepper 

you rapping better said
nobody ever 

never, please 
somebody get her

if they don’t get me
then they gonna get her


im in a new kinda bag
with a new kinda bag

making new kinda fags
get a new kinda mad

and i guess she can tag
if her shoe kinda fab

jag coupe color black
give a fuck about a tab


i don’t give a fuck 
how a bum bitch feeling 

i don’t give a fuck to 
be the motherfucking villain 

every time i turn around,
a bum bitch stealing

but somehow, someway
lil bitch i’m still it

you know that you feel it 

put hands on these
bitches, acrylic 

you know you 
not fly in your spirit

you said she dissed, 
i aint hear it

they know it’s a wrap 
if they let barbie clear it 
& clear it


barbie doll ready 
to rumble again 

they had a plan 
& it fumbled again 

took me a break to let 
bitches go step up they 
cookies and they let 
'em crumbl' again 

im never gonna be 
humble again 

im making hoes 
careers tumble again

(gain?)

you did it first, 
i’m like when? 

go get the proof
& i bet that i win


neck & my wrist 
& my finger on blizzard 

bitches that hate me 
was tryna be sisters 

who really ugly? 

bitch i never called 
you hoes pretty & y’all 
was just liking my pictures


now y’all got me 
seeing red 

don’t got the pink? 
then go get the red 

me & my man get
the money & spread 

bitch your career
just like yo daddy, dead 


im in a new kinda bag
with a new kinda bag

making new kinda fags
get a new kinda mad

and i guess she can tag
if her shoe kinda fab

jag coupe color black
give a fuck about a tab


who said that she won? 
go tell that bitch that
she lost it

i put these hoes on, 
im finna go press 
the off switch 

got no time to spare
for a hater bitch, clock it 

if i wasn’t rapping, these 
bitches wouldn’t be 
dropping   


gave these hoes the crown
just so they can see 
what it felt like

got it back & that’s how
i knew these bitches 
ain’t felt right 

copied me for so long, 
don’t remember what 
they self like 

i don’t never beef, 
it’s always asses to 
my belt like!


said i used to be what?
bitch shut the fuck up

wasn’t shit then 
& you still ain’t 

bitch you stuck 
because you suck

your body bad
& face on yuck 

hoe go get your 
money up

funny how they want me 
down, but they keep 
bringing me up


im in a new kinda bag
with a new kinda bag

making new kinda fags
get a new kinda mad

and i guess she can tag
if her shoe kinda fab

jag coupe color black
give a fuck about a tab

NEW (BAG)

Lyrics:

All of these bitches make 
me sick to my tummy

You tryna end me,
I’m counting money

Retarded, Wheelchair bound, 
I’ma go dummy

Bitch your career is a wrap,
like a mummy

Like bitch im your mommy

He calling me mommy

I’m wearing the crown,
you aint taking it from me

Like bow bow bow bow
We keeping the tommy

I’m wearing that 
Cherry Blossom Murakami  


Pull up in some shit you 
never really seen on a hoe

Put my wrist out and watch
how the ice bling on a hoe


Tryna rap like me, 
sing on a hoe

Name ring bells ding 
ding on a hoe

You know the Barbie never
been scared to swing 
swing on a hoe, oh


Nice to meet you,
I’m Ms. Get My Way Bae

Pull up in that Purosangue
up in Loewe

Now Barbie why the fuck 
you say what bitches can’t say?

And why when they bring 
up your name, bitches can’t take


3, 2, 1 nigga lift off

Every time I turn a round
a bitch pissed off

I would hate to come and 
get a bitch get clipped off

So when I come around
better have them lips off


I’m in my zone (6),
shoutout atlanta 

Bitch my closet
Hannah Montana  

No they can’t sit her 
and no they can’t stand her

You been a fan uh,
and you been a stan uh


They accolades, 
I put a triple on that

All them bitches big broke, 
put a cripple on that 

And my diamonds rainbow
like a skittle on that

And I’m hard to figure out
like a riddle on that

DA-DA-DA ll

(Prod. DB!)

Lyrics: 

Barbie back releasing 
Tell them bitches
“Pick they face up”

You already ugly
Don’t be bitter, fix your face up

Keep the pussy laked up
He can’t pick his face up

Not the Soundcloud rap bitch 
that’s gone delete her old tape stuff 

Insecure bitches
I hate old and newer bitches

Ain’t a bitch that really do it
I can name like fewer bitches

Very mindful, very cutesy
I’m with some demure bitches

Go on Oxford Dictionary 
Barbie Doll endure bitches

I ain’t even gag the live
This shit light

Nigga do not ask, 
you know this shit tight

Diamonds on my neck 
gone match the wrist light

Put the flash on, 
they having a fist fight

Made him go down
We don’t do 6-9’s

Talent, Twitter viral
It’s a thin line

'Specially when bitches
stealing them lines

My shit is 10 times
your trash shit, bin time

You bitches stupid, 
I will never have a Coup de grâce

They can be dolls all day, but
I’ma be the the final doll

You see me throw them hundreds up 
and then them hundreds fall

Ayo
Really Big Mama
I buy buildings, I don’t buy the blogs
Brat Summer
You my son
Let’s see how far the apple fall
These bitches hate when 
Lano link up with da Barbie Doll
Calling me Willow
Of the party, I’m the fireball

Burberry Custom Drip
I pull up with Ricardo Tisci
Sporting Givenchy
While you bitches still saying Givenchy
I’m putting hits on bitches heads
Cause you know I got plenty
Not Little Women Atlanta
But your money on mini (Minnie)

Green Piguet
But these hunnids blue
For all my opps 
I cook a mean beef stew 
Lie in the comments
About some shit I didn’t do
So now it’s off with bitches heads
Guillotine or the noose

Look in clos’
I keep a rich bitch shoe
From Gucci Pythons
To the Shark Lock Boot
They wanna be FATHA
Next Line is your clue
You know what Imma say 
Bitch it still couldn’t be you

Career out in Neverland
Beach, go catch a tan
Couldn’t beat Milano
Now she posting dick on Onlyfans
Kiss my ass and kiss my anus
All them disses didn’t land 
I’m still dragging bitches 
If the beef old or not
Give a damn 

It’s a rare occasion for these
bitches if I’m fucking with them 

If you fuck wit him, what makes
you think that I’m fucking wit him? 

Like bitch I keep a man and
ain’t no nigga fucking with him 

When we count money, that’s the 
only time i’m bucking with him

Bitches pulling from me 
like tweezers

Hundred for a doll feature

Now they tryna drop teasers 
Cliquing up with old geezers 

At the bottom, they feeders 
I’m somewhere, you can’t reach her 

Y’all know that I conceived her
Wish she would like a beaver

She can do it all day
But the bitch ain’t me 

Cause me? I’ma pull up 
in that “Bitch I’m me!”

You ain’t never see 
Barbie Doll use a B-O-T

And you can’t name 
anything they ain’t B-I-T

Yo, a bitch blinged out 
I bring them things out

I got them trying to rap now, 
trying to sing now

Don’t you see now? Is you senile?

You all up in the insights 
with the Dreamhouse

Ostrich bag with the Ostirch fur

I will never leave the throne,
bitch it will not be hers

I mean everything I say, 
bitch mark my words

Cause pretty soon won’t 
nobody really listen to her

I mean it’s really just simplicity
Bitch where is your identity 

Like sit back really think
“Is there really some 
fucking skill in me?”

Bitches over there giving me
thinking they fucking killing me

So how the fuck you not feeling 
me when all you do is steal from me?

Pick your face up, bitches 
pick your face up (3x)

Bitches know they suck that’s 
why they bot them plays up

PYFU (feat. Tre Milano)

Lyrics:

“Tela hoes need 
them a bitch to pop”

Well tell them weak 
hoes I’m the bitch to pop

They still up on bots 
tryna fix the plot?

Keep it g bitch 
I don’t want shit you got


First hoes came out
tryna sound like me

Like bitch your first 
song said shoutout me

So now they tryna sing
and now they doin feat’s

On my type of beats
just to outdo me


Tell her bum ass to kneel
—Patrick Harris

IRL doll, y’all Facetune & Paris

Had a whole wave of fags 
tryna be Paris 

They always think you’re me
You not embarrassed? 


Mirror.. Mirror.. which bitch the fairest?

(You princess, & she can’t be the Heiress) 

I’m at the Trump, but I’m on team Harris 

Pretty soon your career is gonna perish


Man get yo bum ass on 
Man what yo bum ass on?

Like everything you bitches do
confirm that y’all my clone

They need me here, why they 
trying so hard to get me gone?

They want the formula, you 
can hear that shit in they tone 

Well bitch you blown your cover
Tell bitches take some cover

Yea bitch I’m mother and that
get back is a motherfucker

Sign of the cross, tell these
bum bitches it’s the last supper

Like every bitch can catch a 
fade and no I don’t stutter


Me against young men in wigs, I win

Back to Hollywood
Like when you ever been?

Outrap who? 
With what type of pen

I move weight, call me the Prin' Pin


I heard your leak, that 
shit was kinda wack though 

You thought you ate just 
cause you did a fast flow

Bitch I get cheese for 
feats just to mack hoes

Mad hoes

Better in everything, 
we do not match hoes 


Your time is up bitch like
Hickory Dickory 

Don’t got no friends so 
they riding on dickory 

Literally, bitch it’s a mystery 

How to get rid of me 

This shit’ll go down in history 


Got the right plan with
the right wrong bitch  

Rap murder scene with 
the white chalk bitch 

Now you wanna wear all 
them cheap ass wigs 

Hoe what happened to the
box with the white chalk bitch

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