[Intro]
A viscous secondary enveloped the world. In these dark times, they stopped loving music. May the Lord bless them and shed light on them. May the Messiah come down to them and her name will be Maybe Baby
[Verse]
Yes, I look like a baby
I lost my mind — I'm a crazy baby
Pink Lips — I'm a crimson baby
Guys stick to me, because I'm the spitting image of baby
Gold chain on me, Prada or Fendi at the bottom
I put Bape on bae, they know Baby's name
M — like mom, B — like brand, peekaboo, God damn
Your Versace — resalе, I'm Ms. Cartier — Lil’ May
Callous eyes, Fantasy Bra — brand labеl on underwear
What's the lose? I love the taste of win, win, win, win, Mabie — sommelier
Balenci and Gucci won't help you — you have poverty on your face
Hey, yo, my street name is Benjamin, because this baby is on the dough
I have Stacy on my phone, I say, "Do it, baddie"
Baby grew up on a Friend Zone, and now twerks under Mabie
I'm in TSUM, kiki is with me, I love cash and rap
Victoria's Secret on Vika, bitch, and it's not a Secret (Let's go)
May raps on the beat
And your type idolizes me for the style
What does this mean? I am queen, bitch, please
Provoked to beef — run, you're in trouble
Hey, no offense, don't get hit
You're not a little bitch, you're a mini pig
There were millions of faces, like in the movie "Split"
I am both Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Yes—, I'll sleep with anyone who raps cooler than May
That's why I'm still going to bed alone
Young queen, getting better over the years, like Peter Pan
Google the word "style" — there will be a Viki photo on Wiki, damn