New York, stand the *** upYou know what's going on, nigga5-0 Barbie5-0 foreign Nicki Minaj, niggaTouch my crown, niggaBitch ass, niggaIt's only one king, it's only one queenIt's two crowns, niggaBang!Ay, yoThis week, RariNext week, LamboBitch, I'm flyI don't LandoThis day, funeralStart the serviceSay my nameMake them nervousUh, bitches are saltyI get them pressureUh, these bitches are saltyPass me the pepperUh, these bitches be jacking me like the rapperUh, I am a hustlerI can still water the flipperUh, I know they teabaggingBitches, it's testyGet you a vacuumBitches, it's messyLet's seeAfter all of that surgeryYou are still uglyNow that is what gets meThis *** ain't new to me*** is just new to y'allI wish a bitch wouldUpon a shooting starYou thought you witnessedMy final coup de graceLook upWe shooting starsSitting in the back of the BenzAnd my feet go upBitches don't come outsideWhen the beef go upBut I love the way they mobWhen we roll upThese bitches bumsWhen I see themThey make me throw upI wish a bitch wouldAnd I'm like, please show upWhen you talk to mePlease don't bring a cheap hoe upYou keep talking about a bitchFor the streets grow upCause you don't know meThe type to say that ***And knock a freak hoe upI'm about to make you regretYou chose me as an enemy, bitchSouthside JamaicaWe mobbing them bricksSo pull up with them blicksSome of the best shootersOut of New YorkThey don't play with the KnicksThat ain't 5-E-O-4And that's BarbieNew 4-M-B'sNah, that ain't ReebokWe back on that E-WopPurpose saysGotta detoxFire onIt's gon' get restockedShooters hittin' that G-spotBitches imitatePlease stopSuck his dickLike a freeze popFirst he gottaGet me topLouie bagAll that Louie bagMore colorfulThan a peacockWeak niggasGotta get the bootGotta get the bootWith no tree topHe was likeWho that she badI was likeOh, that's bestieI could beat one of themAin't coveredIt's still gettin' sexyI know they sleepin' on meBitches got epilepsyI don't do cokeLittle bitchI don't even do PepsiLet's seeHey, you don't like meBut tryna do everything like meThat is what gets meSissy in the backOf the BenzAnd my feet go upBitches don't like meCome outsideWhen the beef go upBut I love the way they mobWhen we roll upThese bitches bumsWhen I see themThey make me throw upI wish a bitch would spinI'm like, please show upWhen you talk to mePlease don't bring a cheap hoe upKeep talkin' bout a bitchFor the streets grow upCause you the type to say that ***And knock a freak hoe upYeah, loveGo on the droneI make it look good to youI tell my shooter to bully youHuh, yeahThat nigga gon' kill youAs soon as I look at youYeah, yeahHuh, yeahI never say what I wouldn't doSay what I say what I wouldn't doYeah, yeahOpen the doorAnd I shoot out the bulletproofI'm with a baddieShe love the aggressionI'm with a demonHe wanna get breakfastShowing them growthWhen I'm teaching them lessonsI watch how I'm movingCause I'm the investment*** her all nightAnd I go and get breakfastI don't do paperworkOr confessionsI don't do internet showsOr textingShoot up the partyThat's sending the messageThat nigga started usBut the proof was like a guarded truckAin't no binky with meI got Nicki with meAnd she barbied upIf we see himWe shootin' the party upWe ain't squashingSo don't try to sorry usI got rich friendsAnd they be robbingIf they want toThey shootin' the coffee upPow, powPaviSpazzingTwo showsBack inFendiFashionFendiLoveI put your brains on a napkinI tell my demons don't whackAnd my nigga diedThen that nigga diedLook, I don't even know how it happenedYeah, yeahRoach truckAnd my feet go upBitches don't come outsideWhen the beef go upBut I love the way they mobWhen we blow upBumsWhen I see themThey make meThrow upI wish a bitch whipsAnd I'm likePlease show upWhen it come to queen sleevesAll the fees go upWhat happened?I said we outYou can't breeze with usAnd my wrist always on iceTime freezes usHeyYeahGrrrQuaintDon't shout me the way, niggaBut we see the slick *** tooI know we don't see the same ***They can't stop this ***, niggaYou doin' that ***, niggaYou gon' do what my city wantThis Nicki sick, niggaYou heard herDo nothing else matter, niggaAin't outside like us, niggaThey on this one side, nigga*** the oppsEveryone outWith the same state, they can'tGrrrBow, niggaAnd we rep the nineQueens to BrooklynLong live T-DotIt's Murphy City