EYE-CON

[Intro] Oh...so these bitches need to be reminded of who the trap diva is? Cuz' the fuck y'all mean y'all forgot? [Verse 1] Go and grab the camera, face so cunt it's a pictograma, Take a pic post it on the instagramma, put it on yo wall with a fuckin' hammer. I am the eye-con, turn these men on-on, Y'all are just a pawn-pawn, I'm the queen, yes, I'm the fucking trap-a-tron. [Verse 2] Trap-a-tron? Don't that mean you a robot cu-cu-cunt? Yes i got a cu-cu-cunt, and I do it all smokin' a blu-blunt. I was the first to give y'all drag realness, I was the first to make you feel this... Fantasy, I was made for this, always hit never seen a miss. Miss? Miss? Miss where's your man? I threw that bitch in the fuckin' trash can, he crossed my ass so I served to another man, he eat that shit from a fucking pan! [Verse 3] Pan? Does he got a peter? Is he a good little bottom feeder? Do it seem like he a cheater? Or is he just a speedy breeder? He is a speeder, I got weeds and he is my weeder, on his knees, he's a bitchy pleader, he want this cat, he's just so eager. Eager for me, eager for my juices, that other man was wack; I said deuces, I'm what he uses, I'm what seduces, there's no excuses, he don't abuse sis. [Hook] This is my call-back, don't feel attack-tacked, Remindings these hoes the level I'm at-at, And I'm doin' it while serving cunty blonde brat-brat. These hoes go low but I go to hell, started at heaven but look where I fell, My Fate? Only time will tell, wait, what is that smell? It's the smell of success that I have foretell, Slammin' on the beat, I'm a bombshell, Rollin' in the deep, you can call me adele, See you sayin' hello from your motel, I'm the trap diva bitch, I wish you farewell. [Verse 4] ...hold on you thought I was done? Done when my pen's startin' to have fun? Ask the lord for forgiveness like you a nun Cuz these words are bullets, my mouth is the gun, AK-47, glock-18, been playin' these games since I was a teen, Yes I get mean, wearing designer not shein, Shut up bitch, this ain't your scene, I never play clean. Clean? Something you aren't, dirty ass bitch don't dirty my art, Go take a bath, let us be smart, oh wait...you can't when you suckin' that cart. [Hook] This is my call-back, don't feel attack-tacked, Reminding these hoes the level I'm at-at, And I'm doin' it while serving cunty blonde brat-brat. These hoes go low but I go to hell, started at heaven but look where I fell, My Fate? Only time will tell, wait, what is that smell? It's the smell of success that I have foretell, Slammin' on the beat, I'm a bombshell, Rollin' in the deep, you can call me adele, See you sayin' hello from your motel, I'm the trap diva bitch, I wish you farewell.