Yeah, it’s Madoka
Tiny frame, huge quota (hey!)
Small body, big aura
Run it back

All the hoes want to be us
She in her home, I let her see us (What?)
She let us hold her till she see us
Lil' Madoka, Itty Bitty Big Hoe (Ha)
It's all the same to us (Yeah)
We in the house, we make the whole house bigger
She want the clout, I make her whole mouth bigger (Uh)
I put the house up on my back, she gettin' bolder (Ugh)
We keep a target on her back until she hold up (What?)
'Cause, see, the bigger they come, the bigger they fall (Uh)
And now we watchin' 'em run, they're outta control (Yeah)
It's no contest, yeah, it's no contest, they gone (Uh)
It's no contest, no contest, no (Ugh)
Itty Bitty Big Hoe (Itty Bitty Big Hoe)
Madoka, Lil' Big Madoka (Madoka)
Itty Bitty Big Hoe (Itty Bitty Big Hoe)
Madoka, Lil' Big Madoka

Madoka, what's up?
Tryna find someone who can shut up
Rap about bein' small but you big, what?
Talk about bein' small but you big, what?
Inches are long but you cut up
Lyrically show you the cut-up
Immaculately in the cut
In the booth, in the zone, yeah, I'm stuck
Your boyfriend said I'm the cuter one
All my hoes bad, never had a bad one
So tell me what up?
Said you can do what I do
When you see me, what you do?
When you see me, what you do?
Not a thing, not a thing, not a thing
Nope, not a thing
Not a thing, not a thing, not a thing
Nope, not a thing
I'm the one they be hatin' and lovin'
In my pockets, you see a couple dubs
And they talkin', they talkin', they talkin'
They do it for nothin', I do it for somethin'
If you come, better come with some substance
When I come, better come with a subject
If I come, better come with some hoes
If I come, better come with some blunts
And when I come, better come with some funds
When I come, better come with some ones
And you know I ain't comin' for nothin'
If I come, better come with a bag
Better come with a tag
Better come with a chain
If I come, better come with a rag
If I come, better come with a towel
I'ma need it, my drip runnin' wild
When I spit, they say, "She spit so wild"
Said I wouldn't be sh!t, look at me now
In my mind, I'm like, "What's that about?"
In my mind, I'm like, "What's that about?"

What’s up?
Little hoe, what’s up?
You was loud on the ‘net, in the flesh you stuck
What’s up?
Say it then, what’s up?
All cap in the chat, in my face, you hush
What’s up?
Big Madoka, what’s up? (yeah)
You ain’t ready for the smoke, better pack that up
What’s up?
Whole crowd like “what’s up?”
Every time I drop a bar, hands up, that’s up

Yeah, you post thirst traps, I post charts
You chase blue checks, I break hearts
You just scream on the beat, I spit art
You a light lil’ snack, I’m a five-star
You a DM link, I’m the invite
You a borrowed bag, I’m the real ice
You a fake “I’m booked,” I’m a real flight
You a club night lie, I’m the bright light
Whole crew plastic, I can see the seams
I’m a nightmare walkin’ through your lil’ dreams
You a close friends story to a dead stream
I’m the main page, queen of the whole scene

I been workin', they doin' the minimum
That's why I'm not concerned with opinions
Gettin' sick of the hoes and the feminine
So I hop on the beat and start killin' it
And I'm bringin' my friends in the city
We ain't trippin', we coolin', we chillin'
And my pockets, they blue like I'm crippin'
Takin' care of my kin, I'm the illest
And I'm packin' the shows like a pillie
Then I stack up my bread like a deli
I be floatin', I'm poppin' the wheelie
They don't want it with me, I'm a milli
I be singin', I'm out in my feelings
They be hatin' and talkin', it's silly

Why the f**k you lyin'?
How she feelin' brave with the Rimmel and the Maybelline? (How?)
This b!tch broke, can't afford Vaseline (Haha)
Krusty-ass b!tch, I am so serene
What's up?
Her, with the Y, like it's Medicaid
The only time you beat me when you m@sturbate
In the underground, yeah, I lay in wait
What's up? (Yeah)
B!tch, you know you lyin'
If you wanna beef, you need money to pay for steaks (Haha)
Look at your plate, not a grain in sight
Meanwhile, I'm eating cake, boy, you a grape
Think you can take me? You know you can't
Mmm, okay, maybe you can
When I'm on a plane and I'm landing in Japan
We know you're a hater and we know you're a stan
Wanna eat me? Okay, I'm a ram
What's up?
Wait, hold up, what's up? (Yeah)
Why the f**k you lyin'? (Ha)

What’s up?
Little hoe, what’s up?
You was loud on the ‘net, in the flesh you stuck
What’s up?
Say it then, what’s up?
All cap in the chat, in my face, you hush
What’s up?
Big Madoka, what’s up? (yeah)
You ain’t ready for the smoke, better pack that up
What’s up?
Whole crowd like “what’s up?”
Every time I drop a bar, hands up, that’s up

To keep it a buck, you a hundred percent pu$$y
Glock pointed, I don't even gotta ask where the cash at
Ain't no better gangsters in this than them hoes in K-City
Y'all ain't been in that water for real, like, where your dad at?
When it come to b!tches, they got so many to choose
But a homie tryna say I remind him of his momma
Might just f**k his daddy too, I ain't got nothin' to lose
I been that b!tch, I ain't gotta try, I promise
'Cause, homie, I just be freestylin' for fun
All y'all rap hoes weak, b!tch, y'all gotta get stronger
Y'all better off sellin' pu$$y than tryna be rappers
And that's just me keepin' it a buck with you, like Giannis
Look, uh, he said he tryna buy me new Bottegas
I'm tryna buy a coupe and buy a house with hella acres
I'm in the trap eatin' jerk chicken with Jamaicans
A real gangster b!tch, and, nah, I can't fake it
I might be in LA, in the hills, lookin' spacious
Then it's back to K-City in the trenches with the gangsters
Where it's b!tches with two, three, four different baby daddies
So if you want beef, b!tch, I promise, it ain't Nathan
B!tch, it ain't Nathan, b!tch, it ain't Nathan
We can get it poppin', b!tch, it ain't Nathan

Knew a homie who didn't like the way I was rappin'
You could tell he was mad from the way he was actin'
He just want me in the kitchen cookin' food and relapsin'
Like, "I don't know why you tryna make this music happen"
But I knew a homie who ain't have to question my passion
He was buyin' me Louis, new Giuseppe and fashion
He knew I was a star, knew the time I was passin'
He knew I was the one from the time that I tapped in
Knew a couple homies who was hatin' and was snakin'
They was actin' like my brothers, but they wanted what I makin'
They was actin' like they love me, but they want what I create
And they was sayin' they was proud, but I knew that they was fakin'
So I knew a couple b!tches who was hatin' on the low
They was actin' like they gangsta, but they actin' like a hoe
They was sayin' they was next, but they ain't comin' for my throat
'Cause they ain't sayin' it with chest, 'cause they already know
And I knew a couple b!tches who was talkin' on the 'net
They was talkin' all that sh!t, but they ain't sayin' it direct
'Cause when I ask 'em what it is, they be sayin' it's a jest

What’s up?
Little hoe, what’s up?
You was loud on the ‘net, in the flesh you stuck
What’s up?
Say it then, what’s up?
All cap in the chat, in my face, you hush
What’s up?
Big Madoka, what’s up? (yeah)
You ain’t ready for the smoke, better pack that up
What’s up?
Whole crowd like “what’s up?”
Every time I drop a bar, hands up, that’s up