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 niggas
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 Lendo
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 start 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 spin
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 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 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-N-B
It's not, it ain't Reebok
We back on that Ewok
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
Louis bag, all that Louis 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 they cover
This look, it been 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, 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 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 spin
I'm like, please show up
When you talk to me
Please don't bring a cheek hoe up
We 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
Yeah, that nigga gon' kill you
As soon as I look at you
Huh, yeah
I never say what I wouldn't do
Yeah, yeah
Open the door
And I shoot out the bulletproof
I'm with a baddie
He love the aggression
I'm with a demon
He wanna get breakfast
Showing him growth
When I'm teaching him lessons
I watch how I'm moving
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 texting
Shoot up the party
That's sending the message
That nigga started us
The bulletproof 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 squashin'
So don't try to sorry us
I got rich friends
And they be robbery dog
If they want to
They shootin' the guard be up
Favi
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
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
Bums
When I see them
They make me blow up
I wish a bitch
Whips
And I'm like
Please show up
When it come to queen
Sleaze
All the fees go up
I said we out
You can't breeze with us
And my wrist always on ice
Time freeze
It's us