New York, stand the *** up
You know what's going on, nigga
5-0 Barbie
5-0 foreign Nicki Minaj, nigga
Touch my crown, nigga
Bitch ass, nigga
It's only one king, it's only one queen
It's two crowns, nigga
Bang!
Ay, yo
This week, Rari
Next week, Lambo
Bitch, I'm fly
I don't Lando
This day, funeral
Start the service
Say my name
Make them nervous
Uh, bitches are salty
I get them pressure
Uh, these bitches are salty
Pass me the pepper
Uh, these bitches be jacking me like the rapper
Uh, I am a hustler
I can still water the flipper
Uh, I know they teabagging
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 shooting 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
And I'm like, please show up
When you talk to me
Please don't bring a cheap hoe up
You keep talking about a bitch
For the streets grow up
Cause you don't know me

The type to say that ***
And knock a freak hoe up
I'm about to make you regret
You chose me as an enemy, bitch
Southside Jamaica
We mobbing 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 5-E-O-4
And that's Barbie
New 4-M-B's
Nah, that ain't Reebok
We back on that E-Wop
Purpose says
Gotta detox
Fire on
It's gon' get restocked
Shooters hittin' that G-spot
Bitches imitate
Please stop
Suck his dick
Like a freeze pop
First he gotta
Get me top
Louie bag
All that Louie bag
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 of them
Ain't covered
It's still gettin' sexy
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
Hey, you don't like me
But tryna do everything like me
That is what gets me
Sissy in the back
Of the Benz
And my feet go up
Bitches don't like me
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 spin
I'm like, please show up
When you talk to me
Please don't bring a cheap hoe up
Keep talkin' bout a bitch
For the streets grow up
Cause you the type to say that ***
And knock a freak hoe up
Yeah, love
Go on the drone
I make it look good to you
I tell my shooter to bully you
Huh, yeah
That nigga gon' kill you
As soon as I look at you
Yeah, yeah
Huh, yeah
I never say what I wouldn't do
Say what I say what I wouldn't do
Yeah, yeah
Open the door
And I shoot out the bulletproof
I'm with a baddie
She love the aggression
I'm with a demon
He wanna get breakfast
Showing them growth
When I'm teaching them lessons
I watch how I'm moving
Cause I'm the investment
*** her all night
And I go and get breakfast
I don't do paperwork
Or confessions
I don't do internet shows
Or texting
Shoot up the party
That's sending the message
That nigga started us
But the proof was like a guarded truck
Ain't no binky with me
I got Nicki with me
And she barbied up
If we see him
We shootin' the party up
We ain't squashing
So don't try to sorry us
I got rich friends
And they be robbing
If they want to
They shootin' the coffee up
Pow, pow
Pavi
Spazzing
Two shows
Back in
Fendi
Fashion
Fendi
Love
I put your brains on a napkin
I tell my demons don't whack
And my nigga died
Then that nigga died
Look, I don't even know how it happened
Yeah, yeah
Roach 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
Bums
When I see them
They make me
Throw up
I wish a bitch whips
And I'm like
Please show up
When it come to queen sleeves
All the fees go up
What happened?
I said we out
You can't breeze with us
And my wrist always on ice
Time freezes us
Hey
Yeah
Grrr
Quaint
Don't shout me the way, nigga
But we see the slick *** too
I know we don't see the same ***
They can't stop this ***, nigga
You doin' that ***, nigga
You gon' do what my city want
This Nicki sick, nigga
You heard her
Do nothing else matter, nigga
Ain't outside like us, nigga
They on this one side, nigga
*** the opps
Everyone out
With the same state, they can't
Grrr
Bow, nigga
And we rep the nine
Queens to Brooklyn
Long live T-Dot
It's Murphy City