Queen shit
Yeah, that's queen shit (queen shit)
Queen shit
Yeah, that's queen shit (queen shit)
Queen shit
Yeah, that's queen shit (queen shit)
Queen shit

Op-op-opening for bands
An' my numbers say I'm better than 'em
Money in my hands, make it rain like the weather man
Sugar daddy wanna talk, but I'm too spent
So here's a pink slip, thanks for makin' rent, ha
He gave me brain, I don't remember
I'm off the percs, I'm on a bender
I'm an icon, big boss, major
I roll my weed-ah, with pink paper

Queen shit
Yeah, that's queen shit
Queen shit
Yeah, that's queen shit
Gave me brain, I don't remember
I'm off the percs, I'm on a bender
Queen shit
Yeah, that's queen shit
Queen shit
Yeah, that's queen shit
I-I-I, I'm an icon, big boss, major
I roll my weed-ah, with pink paper

4-20 on the clock, pink bottles poppin' off
Too cool for the rocks, no features on the bop
I'm sellin' fake drugs to all your favorite bands
I'll put 'em in the grave, tell 'em, Thank you for the fans, ya

On my own shit, through my neighbor's speaker
Sign your girls chest, pink nipples through the t-shirt
Lick it, roll it, light it, smoke it
I'm your queen, you fucking know it

Don't remember
I'm on a bender
I'm big boss, major
I roll my weed-hah, with pink paper

Queen shit
Yeah, that's queen shit
Queen shit
Yeah, that's queen shit
Gave me brain, I don't remember
I'm off the percs, I'm on a bender

Queen shit
Yeah, that's queen shit
Queen shit
Yeah, that's queen shit
I'm an icon, big boss, major
I roll my weed-ah, with pink paper

Ha-haaa
That's fucking wicked