gg ur cooked

I’m burnin’ her down before she sees the flame,

Shots so cold, she won’t even know my name.

Come at me? Nah, she’ll freeze on the spot,

I’m settin’ the bar — and she’s already caught.

 

Hair so loud, I thought thunder clapped,

Won’t wear a hat ‘cause her scalp might snap.

Forehead gleamin’ — that’s a five-lane street,

GPS glitchin’ just crossin' that peak.

 

Karate kid with a belt for show,

But flinched at a bug — weak dojo flow.

Break a board? Nah, she can’t break news,

Moves all fake like her high-value views.

 

Swear she elite, but she walk like a tweet,

No phone, no signal, still talkin’ heat.

“Too good for McDonald’s” — yeah, okay,

But got dollar menu taste every day.

 

Say she hate Naruto like she got taste,

But watched one fight, now it’s all disgraced.

Can’t name Kakashi from a Leaf Village tree,

Still tryna act woke off clips in 480p.

 

Thinks fluffy hair’s a crown, that’s cute —

But it’s hiding that forehead like it’s classified loot.

Can’t wear a cap — not ‘cause of the style,

But cause that dome got a zip code file.

 

Actin’ all regal, like she born for gowns,

But that royalty act just drowns in clowns.

You skip Big Macs like it boosts your class,

But that ego got grease and a broken glass.

 

No phone, no text, no Snap, no ping,

Yet somehow still in everyone’s ring.

Offline, but she ghost in a Wi-Fi zone,

Talks big, but couldn’t even Google her tone.

 

Hatin’ like it’s culture, but culture skipped her,

Karate pose strong, but the core’s all glitter.

Cap so wild it won’t fit her head,

Even hats be like, “We’d rather stay dead.”

 

Big talk, no roots, just fluff and flair,

A forehead so loud, it echoes air.

Say she built diff — yeah, that’s facts…

No cap, no hat, just lies and tracks.