Surprise, surprise, look, I pop up outta nowhere
No, I'm still not stripping for clicks
No, I'm still no top model, b*tch
I put a Glock, not a miniskirt, in your face
N-n-now you're rich, hand over your cash, hand over your ice
I'm on a jet in Switzerland, watch me write a bestseller
I feel that extreme envy
Auto-Tune, she hits number one with any trash
Whatever they try, I'm still the language of the youth
What feminists? Watch me shoot at everybody
You want a scandal? Just Google Loredana
For me rap ain't Botox, a fat ass or boobs
Man, you bore me, looks like you give
Me your hand first then drop your diss
But don't think that punchline lands
I see you live and notice you're drenched in fear sweat
You act all feminist but call yourselves b*tches
Sorry, that makes no sense
I'm reloading, but you don't know I'm gonna f*ck you up soon
I could drag Dieter Bohlen through the mud just the same
But I was on the flatscreen without that kinda promo
I've never stomped on you when you were down
That's why 'Stop snitching' is inked on my forearm
Never lifted 'em when they're down on the ground
You want emancipation? Okay, then hand me the pants
I'm no Bachelorette, but Karim brings the roses
And that's why I only share the millions with him
You can do a thousand good deeds, but make one mistake
And overnight they'll hate you like they once hated Petra
F*ck all of you, man, you know I've already owned up
You still wanna throw stones, I'm handing them to the haters
You wanna globalize the wrong values
People want a pic with me even without a BBL
People want a pic with me even without makeup
B-because I'm real, with or without veneers
You act all feminist but call yourselves b*tches
Sorry, that makes no sense
I'm reloading, but you don't know I'm gonna f*ck you up soon