Don't Fuck The Original

[Verse 1]
Lip gloss
Brass knucks
I show up
Scene ducks (yeah, run)
Big talk
Small spine
You copy
Paste
Then whine (bitch please)
You want my drip
My slang
You want my sins
My name (say it)
But you ain't bled for this
You just rehearse the risk (fake)
[Chorus]
Don't fuck the original
I'm the flaw
The fire
The criminal (uh)
You want the crown? it's clinical
You soft
I bite
Animal
Don't fuck the original
Tattooed tongue
So unforgivable (talk to 'em)
You do the most
Still minimal
I'm carved in stone
Not printable (nah)
[Verse 2]
You dress like me in the mirror (creep)
Same pose
Same pout
But cheaper (discount)
You want my scars
Not the story
Want the smoke
Not the purgatory (burn)
I broke my teeth on this grind
You broke a nail one time (aw)
I'm built from "watch this"
You built from "please like" clicks (pathetic)
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Don't test me
I'll trend you
Name in my mouth?
I'll end you (boom)
You wanna bite my style?
Choke on it
You wanna steal my line?
Die on it (hoe)
I am the glitch in the code
You just a toy on the mode (playtime)
Say my name wrong once
That's a feature you can't afford (bitch)
[Chorus]

Dark, aggressive hybrid trap beat with distorted bass swells and hard, clipped snares. Verses ride on sparse, menacing synth stabs, leaving space for rapid-fire female vocals and taunting ad‑libs. Chorus explodes with layered shouts, octave-doubled leads, and a wide, glitched riser into each drop; overall mix is punchy, up-front, and confrontational., female vocals, raw