New York, stand the *** up You know what's goin' on, n***a Fabio Barbie Fabio foreign, Nicki Minaj, n***a Touch my crown too, n***a It's only one king, it's only one queen It's two crowns, n***a Boom! Ayo, this week, Rari Next week, Lambo Bitch, I'm fly, I don't lendo This day, funeral Start the service, say my name Make them nervous, uh These bitches are salty, I could impress y'all These bitches are salty, pass me the pepper These bitches be jackin', me like the rapper I am a hustler, I can start water to flipper I know they teabaggin', bitches, it's testy Get you a vacuum, bitches, it's messy Let's see After all of that surgery, you are still ugly Now that is what gets me This *** ain't new to me, *** is just new to y'all I wish a bitch would, upon a shooting star You thought you witnessed my final coup de grace Look up, we shootin' stars Sitting in the back of the Benz And my feet go up Bitches don't come outside When the beef go up But I love the way they mob When we roll up These bitches bums When I see them, they make me throw up I wish a bitch would speak And I'm like, please show up When you talk to me Please don't bring a cheap hoe up You keep talking bout a bitch For the streets, grow up Cause you the type to say that *** And knock a freak hoe up I'm bout to make you regret You chose me as an enemy, bitch Southside Jamaica, we mobbin' them bricks So pull up with them blicks Some of the best shooters out of New York They don't play with the Knicks That ain't Fabio foreign, that's Barbie new foreign Please nod, it ain't Reebok We back on that Ewok Percocets got a detox Firearms gon' get restocked Shooters hittin' that G-spot Bitches imitate, please stop Suck a dick like a freeze pop First he gotta get me topped We back on that Louis Babb More colorful than a peacock Weak niggas gotta get the boot Gotta get the boot with no tree top He was like, who that she bad? I was like, oh that's bestie I could beat one Lil' Bay cover That's still givin' *** I know they sleepin' on me Bitches got epilepsy I don't do coke, little bitch I don't even do Pepsi Let's see How you don't like me, bitch? Tryna do everything like me That is what gets Sittin' in the back of the Benz And my feet go up Bitches don't come outside When the beats go up But I love the way they mob When we roll up These bitches bums When I see them, they make me throw up I wish a bitch would speak And I'm like, please show up When you talk to me Please don't bring a cheap ho up Keep talkin' bout a bitch For the streets grow up Cause you the type to say that *** And knock a freak ho up I tell my shooter to bully you Yeah That nigga gon' kill you As soon as I look at you Yeah I never say what I wouldn't do Yeah Open the door And I shoot out the bulletproof I'm with the baddest He love the aggression I'm with the demon He wanna get reckless I'm showin' him growth When I'm teachin' him lessons I watch how I'm movin' Cause I'm the investment *** all night And I go and get breakfast I don't do paperwork Or confessions I don't do internet shows Or textin' Shoot up the party That's sendin' the message Ain't no blinky with me I got Nicki with me And she barbie'd up And we see him We shootin' the party up We ain't squashin' So don't try to sorry us I got rich friends And they be robbin' If they want to They shootin' the Garbi up Fabi Spazzin' Two shows Backin' Fendi Fashion Fendi Love I put your brains on a napkin I tell my demons don't whack If my nigga died Then that nigga died Look I don't even know how it happened Rolls truck And my feet go up Bitches don't come outside When the beef go up But I love the way they mob When we blow up Brrr Bums When I see them They make me throw up I wish a bitch would speak And I'm like Please show up When it come to queen sleeves All the fees go up I said we out You can't breeze with us And my wrist always on ice Time freezes us Brrr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr Brz Brz Brr Brr Brz Brz Brz Brz Brz Brz Brz Brz Brz Brz Brz Brz