[Verse 1] (Heavy, subterranean 808 sub-bass rattles in, slow and menacing trap-hi-hats ticking) Keep your mouth shut when you’re walking past my line I ain't got a second for your pathetic whine You want a reaction? You want a little fight? I’m too busy stacking paper in the dead of night. Tryna throw shade like a little cheap trick, Step to the hive and you're gonna get sick. [Pre-Chorus] (Bass drops out completely, leaving a sharp vocal rattle and a ticking snare) You think you can crowd my space? Look at the smirk right on my face— [Chorus] (Massive trap drop, earth-shaking 808s slamming back in) Don't fuck with the honey, you'll feel the damn sting! I run this whole block, I don't owe you a thing. You thought you could check me? Look at the wreckage— I’m cashing my checks while you're missing the message! Yeah, keep talking shit while I'm building my throne, Touch the damn hive and you're crawling back home. [Verse 2] (Trap beat keeps pounding with heavy swagger) Look at you sweating, trying hard to keep pace While I’m miles ahead running out of your face. You thought I was soft cause the aesthetic is sweet? I’ll drop a whole empire right under your feet. Keep barking your orders, keep playing your part, I’m tearing your little illusions apart. [Pre-Chorus] You think you can crowd my space? Look at the smirk right on my face— [Chorus] Don't fuck with the honey, you'll feel the damn sting! I run this whole block, I don't owe you a thing. You thought you could check me? Look at the wreckage— I’m cashing my checks while you're missing the message! Yeah, keep talking shit while I'm building my throne, Touch the damn hive and you're crawling back home. [Bridge] (Beat strips to a minimal, bass-heavy pulse, whispered and lethal) You wanted a warning? Here it is. You’re nothing but noise in a real queen’s biz. Keep running your mouth... Let's see how you feel when the lights go out. (The 808 sub-bass swells back up to maximum impact...) Watch out. [Chorus] Don't fuck with the honey, you'll feel the damn sting! I run this whole block, I don't owe you a thing. You thought you could check me? Look at the wreckage— I’m cashing my checks while you're missing the message! Yeah, keep talking shit while I'm building my throne, Touch the damn hive and you're crawling back home. [Outro] (Heavy 808 bass rings out into a cold, abrupt silence) Don't say I didn't warn your ass. Bye.
