Virginia Beach
[Verse 1]
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 [Lower West?] 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
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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 []

[Verse 2]
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

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[Verse 3]
(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

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