Ms. Whitman Lyrics, Summary & Music Video by Bhad Bhabie is a latest English song in the voice of popular artist Bhad Bhabie.
This song is a diss track featuring aggressive and confrontational lyrics. The artist calls out an unnamed rival, accusing them of seeking attention, lacking originality, and engaging in controversial behavior. The lyrics contain direct insults, references to personal disputes, and claims of superiority in fame and success. The chorus includes a repeated reference to “Alabama,” seemingly as a derogatory nickname for the rival. The song’s tone is combative and taunting, emphasizing the artist’s dominance and unwillingness to back down.
Genre: Rap
Ms. Whitman Lyrics
[Intro]
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
You thought I wasn’t gonna come back for more, dumb, dirty b!tch? (She ride the d**k like a carnival)
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
She ride the d**k like a carnival
I done did the impossible
[Verse]
Why this b!tch obsessed with me? I just don’t understand
You sucked the d**k straight out my as*, who got the upper hand? (Haha)
I see why you ain’t got no friends, you’re Miss I’ll-F*ck-Your-Man (F*ck your man)
Your stepmom burnt out, why she took her sister’s second-hand? (Wow)
I know your route, you’re reaching out, you need my name for clout (Clout)
That stanky p*ssy got you kicked out the Kardashian house (Ahahaha, stanky)
You hit my DM like, “No more diss songs,” you tappin’ out (Tappin’ out)
I go rehab with this flow, b!tch, I’m blackin’ out (Blackin’ out)
No, you not a model, give that flow right back to Latto (Back to Latto)
You ugly without no makeup, for some beats you f*ck on Jacob (Dirty whore)
How many times I got to tell these hoes I been that b!tch? (Been that b!tch)
My money long, shit on the floor, look like I printed, uh
Seven foreign cars, live on the Hills, my shit ain’t rented
Keep my baby daddy name out yo’ f*ckin’ mouth ‘fore I Will Smith it (B!tch)
This ho belong all in the zoo, see, I don’t understand (I don’t understand)
She f*cked on Tyga and killin’ babies, I seen the sonogram (I seen it)
Flex like me, wanna be just like me
But I got plaques, on plaques, on plaques like Soulja Boy teeth
Dye your hair like me, weird b!tch, not me
They f*cked you back to back to back, that could never be me (Never be me)
Ain’t speakin’ facts, she made me laugh, I call her Marlon Wayans (Hahaha)
Them NFL boys ran the train on you, now you on da team (Damn)
How this b!tch got a thousand bodies ain’t old enough to drink?
Jackboy f*cked that p*ssy out in Florida, you f*ck on anything (Jackboy)
I know about you
Just with little fame, it’s easy to get that whore up out you (That whore about you)
Almost overdosed on a vape, nobody ain’t call about you
I played a role to be your friend, to beat the smoke out you (Dumb b!tch)
[Chorus]
Damn, Alabama, you a tramp, Alabama
Wave this Drake out the window, God’s plan, Alabama
Simon says stomp your feet, move your hands, Alabama
Bhabie says I’m up the street, like here I am, Alabama
[Outro]
You really dumb enough to think I’ll tell you anything, you dumb, dirty ho, I wouldn’t tell you what color socks I got on
Here are some important and standout lines from the song:
1. “Head so good, she a honor roll” – A bold opening line that sets the tone for the diss track.
2. “She ride the d**k like a carnival” – A recurring line that emphasizes the song’s aggressive energy.
3. “Why this b!tch obsessed with me? I just don’t understand” – A direct attack questioning the opponent’s obsession.
4. “That stanky p*ssy got you kicked out the Kardashian house” – A brutal personal jab referencing the Kardashians.
5. “No, you not a model, give that flow right back to Latto” – Accusing the target of copying another artist’s style.
6. “My money long, shit on the floor, look like I printed, uh” – A flex about wealth and success.
7. “Keep my baby daddy name out yo’ f*ckin’ mouth ‘fore I Will Smith it” – A reference to Will Smith’s infamous Oscars slap.
8. “This ho belong all in the zoo” – Comparing the subject to an animal for extra insult.
9. “Flex like me, wanna be just like me” – Calling out the target for trying to imitate them.
10. “Damn, Alabama, you a tramp, Alabama” – The chorus driving home the diss.
Audio Credits
Artist : Bhad Bhabie
Lyricist : Bhad Bhabie, Loopy Ferrell
Music : LV (Producer)
Label : BHAD Music