Holy Beats of Abby

(Did you see her walk in?

Who does she think she is?

Over here looking like that.

Ugh, Abby is so extra.) (Hey,

DJ, please change this old record,

play something we can actually stomp to!)

(DJ: You got it,

ladies! Let's shake the room!)

Abby think she walk on gold (she don't know) But that cheap

shine is getting old (so old!) Oh,

Abby, we see right through the frame

Yeah, we're calling out your name!

Walking round like you own the street

But you tripping on your own feet (watch your step,

girl!) Every story that you construct

Has got the whole room feeling stuck

(Girl, did you see her shoes?

She bought them on sale,

I know it. And she acts like she's the queen of the

choir. Abby, please.

Sit down.)

Abby think she walk on gold (she don't know) But that cheap

shine is getting old (so old!) Oh,

Abby, we see right through the frame

Yeah, we're calling out your name!

No more running the show,

Abby

(bye, girl!) Yeah, we see you (hahaha,

we see you)