So it's mother***in' Jigga, Phyllis Dicks goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put your guns up in the air if you feel me *** em' all day, *** em' all night We don't love these hoes Dicks goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put your guns up in the air if you feel me *** em' all day, *** em' all night We don't love these hoes Get your nuts up, get your guns up, it's on Ladies know that when the sun's up, I'm gone *** them bitches though, digits though, *** I am vibratin', niggas know, woah All blacked out with the Mac out I take shorty to the race, blow her back out He's undressed, undressed, throw her back out In and out like a crack house, keep it movin' Face off with the 38 scraped off Keep shorty lace caked off Off her 8-balls, know your place So I scorch when you least suspect The yeast infected You don't irritate bitches Beast protectors So I hear you hate bitches Love you though, your flow irritate niggas *** you though, it's all out Have a fall out and *** the girl On top, now we call out *** the world, face off Dicks goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put your guns up in the air, if you feel me *** him all day, *** him all night We don't love these hoes Dicks goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put your guns up in the air, if you feel me *** him all day, *** him all night We don't love these hoes I apologize ladies, I'm lovin' your ride You must be used to me trickin', but we ***in' tonight No wine, no dime No willin' to win All night long, just feelin' the day So I start the ***in' slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin' Can you beat that? I eat that He just playin', nigga, you Never know what a chick can do Pull a trigger too, check the *** you can do My crew, maybe the same bitch I do, back rinse, stack rinse Daddy like I do, love the hoes jigger How, how'd that sound? When we start the balls, we all bat around Let my whole team hit em' Scatter rounds, but never seen with it Pat him down, check for cream in it These riches, got nothin' to do with these bitches Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits Dicks goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put your guns up in the air, if you feel me *** him all day, *** him all night We don't love these hoes Dicks goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put your guns up in the air, if you feel me *** him all day, *** him all night We don't love these hoes Can I touch that? What's that? Leave it for dad Keep your arm over your face, nigga I need to keep your head Keepin' wine to survive, if you sleep, you dead Stay fly till you die, nigga, deep with drag When each verse is said, guess the beat is dead Ladies and gentlemen, like a piece of press Valkyrie style, nigga, draw heaps with feds Broad day, like De Niro, shoot all day I'm the main, ***in' the track till you just foreplay Get a hit out, I come through, blow up, spit out With a, keep it cocked, faithfully, lights a lot When, one and a drop, don't get hit up I be the four-fifth flamer, whole bitch tamer Clack cats and snitchin', give your whole clique name up Look, I done came up, tore the whole game up Meet me in the square with one in the chamber Dicks goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put your guns up in the air, if you feel me *** him all day, *** him all night We don't love these hoes Dicks goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put your guns up in the air, if you feel me *** him all day, *** him all night We don't love these hoes Dicks goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put your guns up in the air, if you feel me *** him all day, *** him all night We don't love these hoes Dicks goes out to my Brooklyn crew Dicks goes out to my Brooklyn crew