New York, stand the *** upYou know what's going on, nigga5-0 Barbie5-0 foreign Nicki Minaj, niggaTouch my crown, niggaBitch-ass niggasIt's only one king, it's only one queenIt's two crowns, niggaBang!Ay, yoThis week, RariNext week, LamboBitch, I'm flyI don't LendoThis day, funeralStart the serviceSay my nameMake them nervousUhBitches are saltyI get them pressureUhThese bitches are saltyPass me the pepperUhThese bitches be jacking me like the rapperUhI am a hustlerI can start water the flipperUhI 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 witnessed my final coup de graceLook up, we 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 would spinI'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 the type to say that ***And knock a freak hoe upI'm bout 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 Barbie new 4-N-BIt's not, it ain't ReebokWe back on that EwokPurpose says gotta detoxFire on, it's gon' get restockedShooters hittin' that G-spotBitches imitate, please stopSuck his dick like a freeze popFirst he gotta get meLouis bag, all that Louis bagMore colorful than a peacockWeak niggas gotta get the bootGotta get the boot with no tree topHe was like, who that she bad?I was like, oh, that's bestieI could beat one of they coverThis look, it been sexyI know they sleepin' on meBitches got epilepsyI don't do coke, little bitchI don't even do PepsiLet's seeHey, don't like meBut tryna do everything like meThat is what gets meSissy in the back of the BenzAnd my feet go upBitches don't come outsideWhen the beats 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 cheek hoe upWe keep 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 youYeah, that nigga gon' kill youAs soon as I look at youHuh, yeahI never say what I wouldn't doYeah, yeahOpen the doorAnd I shoot out the bulletproofI'm with a baddieHe love the aggressionI'm with a demonHe wanna get breakfastShowing him growthWhen I'm teaching him lessonsI watch how I'm movingCause I'm the investment*** 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 usThe bulletproof 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 squashin'So don't try to sorry usI got rich friendsAnd they be robbery dogIf they want toThey shootin' the guard be upFaviSpazzingTwo 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 happenedRolls 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 me blow upI wish a bitchWhipsAnd I'm likePlease show upWhen it come to queenSleazeAll the fees go upI said we outYou can't breeze with usAnd my wrist always on iceTime freezeIt's us
