You may be be the ring leader
But Desi in the lead, you can't beat her
You're no competition
You have no ammunition
You and your clique can't touch me
In your eyes all I see is envy
You're so outdated, I stay trendy
You're so fake, you could win an emmy
Stuntin like you're friendly
Maybe you feeling salty
Your boyfriend is one of my groupies
Maybe because you not doing your duty
But..you not gonna beat my ass though?
Just stay with your clique in the back row
And gossip about the shit you think you know
