[Intro: Sparky Kane, Brittany]
"Yo, it’s SK"
"You are listening to the motherfuckin' BIMBOS, blud" (Hahaha)
"Now if there's any gals that know how to shut it down, it's these four"
[Verse 1: Shannon]
Lemme start off by statin' the facts
How you gonna put our diss
On a half assed track? (Loser)
You really thought the BIMBOS couldn’t do rap (Mhm)
Even though you know our pop shit do slap
Yeah, Dwayne you a bitch
If you think I won't name drop
Everybody know SG don't cap
Yeah, I’d be mad too if the biggest girl group
Didn’t sign to your flop label with a contract (Aw)
[Verse: 2 Amara]
Left the city for three weeks, I ain’t heard three peeps
From the execs in the studio
You boys busy doing gang shit (Fuck you)
Fuck with us
We gonna make the music go bang, bitch!
Guess you forgot you had a record label (What)
That shit is so unstable, and running real fucking slow
You too busy living double lives
Couldn’t show up to a singlе show
Is that who you really wanna make your COO?
[Verse 3: Brittany]
Didn’t you say you’re Wu-Chang's finеst?
How you gonna switch up like Miley Cyrus?
Busted ass bitch, yeah you should have had a stylist
Now you’re kissing Claire's feet like she’s your highness
You say we talk about pussy, that's what you claim (Shut the fuck up)
I'ma show you how the BIMBOS switch up the rap game
At least we know how do it versatile
Say we sound the same? Bitch, switch up your style
[Verse 4: Naomi]
Lemme not forget about this dude Dwayne (Oh god)
Spoke about some issues but nothing ever changed
How the fuck you gonna expect us to stay
When all you be doing is makin' false claims
Think it's funny how we left
Now you wanna fix shit (Fix shit)
Is it 'cause you realized that your label took a big hit (Boy, bye)
Found our replacement in less than a day
"Quality, not quantity," ain't that what you say?
[Chorus: All]
B-I-M-B-O’S
200K into six zeros
Bragging 'bout the money from our EP show
But you think that we left for the dinero
B-I-M-B-O’S
MDMR equals flop, they ain't comin' close
Whole damn label must be stuck in a comatose
You bitches out of sync but hatin’ on our choreo
[Verse 5: Amara, Brittany]
Thinking that we used you, just not the truth
Think you forgot we’re the city's biggest debut
Did that independently, did it all separately
Self-made celebrities, don't discredit me (Uh-huh)
Can count all of your events on one hand
Seven months, no, that wasn't the plan
We got shows booked, but they weren’t through you
Jus' with connections, yeah, we make do
[Verse 6: Naomi, Shannon, Amara, Brittany]
"Listen"
"We've been too fucking nice to you bitches"
"Lemme show you how a Bimbo do it"
Everybody hear Molly, think Minaj not Rollin' (Mhm-Mm)
Now you with the boys 'cause you can’t control 'em
Missing all your hits, take a class in bowling (Aw)
She only here 'cause she munching Dwayne's foreskin
Sparky, why you wanna run your mouth? (Shut the fuck up)
How you wanna diss, but you weren’t around?
Acting like you know what really went down
Not our fault you ran a ghost town
Send us back to chop?
Now that we’re getting our bag from bops?
How 'bout you take a walk back to the block (Sorry!)
Fuck you wanna teach us when you can't do your job (Idiot)
Yeah, you wanna call us greedy?
'Cause we went and did the swap
It was more than the money
So I think it’s kinda funny (Haha)
'Cause we left y'all
But you wanna say we got dropped (Dropped)
(Dumbass)
[Chorus: All]
B-I-M-B-O’S
200K into six zeros
Bragging 'bout the money from our EP show
But you think that we left for the dinero
B-I-M-B-O’S
MDMR equals flop, they ain't comin' close
Whole damn label must be stuck in a comatose
You bitches out of sync but hatin’ on our choreo
[Outro: Amara, Brittany]
We're the motherfucking queens, bitch! (Yup!)
Ain't no one gonna shit on the BIMBOS, ever!
Shut the fuck up!
