No lyrics but some roasts?! But vocals

[Intro – playful synth stabs, bouncing 808] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – sharp, quick delivery, snare roll accents] You talk big but your game’s just a cheap trick Your flexes are fake, your punchlines are sick You think you’re on top but you’re stuck in the dirt I’m here to put you back where you belong, hurt [Pre-Chorus – building tension, rising synth hum] You can’t hide from the heat I bring Every line I spit makes your crown start to swing You’re a copycat, a sad little clone I’m the original, you’re just a broken tone [Chorus – loud, braggadocious, layered ad-libs] Clapback, clapback, watch your whole crew crack I’m the boss here, you’re just a background rack Your diss tracks are weak, your flow’s out of time I’m the queen of the mic, you’re just a waste of rhyme [Post-Chorus – wordless "ha ha" ad-libs, bouncy bass] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 2 – slower, sarcastic drawl, muted 808] You say you’re a star but you’re just a flash in the pan Your fans are fake, your clout’s just a scam You try to shade me but you’re out of your league I’m the one they remember, you’re just a forgettable freak [Pre-Chorus 2 – more intense, clapping accents] You keep running your mouth but you got nothing to say I’ll shut you down with one single phrase You’re a has-been before you even began I’m the future, you’re just a faded plan [Chorus 2 – amplified, call-and-response ad-libs] Clapback, clapback, watch your whole crew crack I’m the boss here, you’re just a background rack Your diss tracks are weak, your flow’s out of time I’m the queen of the mic, you’re just a waste of rhyme [Bridge – sparse beat, icy delivery] You think you’re tough but you’re just a little kid Crying in the corner ‘cause your pride got hit I didn’t even try, I just showed up to play You’re already done, go back to your tiny stage [Solo – scratchy DJ cuts, building 808] (Instrumental Solo) [Final Chorus – full production, maximum sass] Clapback, clapback, your whole brand’s a flop I’m the top dog, you’re just a little mop You tried to come for me but you bit off too much Now you’re left with nothing, just a broken crutch [Outro – fading beat, playful "bye bye" vocal ad-lib] (Instrumental Solo)