Ay, boo, get these motherfuckers and pass that jack I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit Get the fuck around here, you don't rep my shit You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, bitch Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up You ain't ready for it, bitch Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up You ain't ready for it, bitch Two cars in the yard that don't run So why would I wanna break shit down for you? Got me confused with the punch Lines and bars that I lunch Yeah, the king of archery come with a cracker dig To fuck you in that pussy carpet too much If I'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one Period, really, you kidding? Bitch, I'm the prodigal son And I'm stuntin' like my dad Chicka-chicka-chicka-trickin' like my mama Cook up country like my uncle Stutterin' like a seedy in a donker Pom-pom-pom-pom And I'm in a blue Chevy Runnin' over motherfuckers in burst I ain't even shit tears yet I ain't even here yet I'm out of this earth, right? But I just hit the surface And I'm about to walk up to a bank with a shank In a black can of paint and check the clerk Bitch, you better check your purse I got a brick of herb And I hit the serve And I'm feelin' like I might just hit the curb So get the fuck out of my way, buddy You don't wanna run around like chicken house With a hawk, little puppy, dog, and a wolf And them and them shits Sufferin' sucka-tash, yeah, sucka-dick bitch I see you bitches talkin' loud But you ain't sayin' shit Get the fuck from around here You don't rep my shit You ain't from my city You don't know about this You don't want that drama You ain't ready for it, bitch Throw it up, get hooked Throw it up, throw it up Yeah, ho, you ain't ready for it, bitch Throw it up, yeah, ho, throw it up Throw it up, yeah, you ain't ready for it, bitch Bitch, please, you don't wanna step up to this, miss, sis G-A-N-G-S-T-A, boo, make a nigga hit his knees When I'm up in the building Preachin' to my children I don't be takin' no shit from you haters You'll make me hurt one of your feelings Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Pick your face up off the floor I got you feelin' sad now You be on that hokey wag Hokey wag is bullshit Runnin' to this gate So have your preacher at the pulpit, bitch I was born on the Mississippi River Talk no shit from a bitch or a nigga So, so crazy, got a fucked up temper Bipolar, not Nicki, I'm worser I'll hurt ya, ha, ha I got a crazy-ass mind game My nigga, I'm a lion Untamed, hunt your ass down in my jungle I do this, I tell him, hold You ain't ready for it, bitch I see you bitches talkin' loud But you ain't sayin' shit Get the fuck around here You don't rep my shit You ain't from my city You don't know about this You don't want that drama You ain't ready for it, bitch Throw it up, throw it up Throw it up, you ain't ready for it, bitch Throw it up, throw it up Throw it up, you ain't ready for it, bitch I see you bitches talkin' loud But you ain't sayin' shit Me and Yellow Wolf to the roof Off this motherfucker, you ain't got the oomph You're a hoof to the foot of an elephant Hello, toots, you look so eloquent That's what I tell a cunt Come sit up front, could you kick in my seat? And I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want They say I act like an asshole When I pull up at the White Castle And I ask for an application Throw it back in the face and tell the bitch I'm a rapper Then I wrap her in the head with a Whopper That I bought from BK You respect me to be proper? Bitch, you better pop in the CD and me immediately, slut Skidididada, Prada, nada Chance, I was thinkin' about buying you some clothes But Target was closed, so I decided to mosey On over to Kmart, but the doors was locked What about some shoes, I thought? Great, I smoked, so I'll go to Payless But what do you know? They didn't carry a size 8 in hoes Oh, this is ugly boy swag Put in tote tags on your motherfuckin' hoe bags What a trailer trash pioneer I am here, that's why I'm here I don't gotta rhyme, but it's more like a motherfuckin' diarrhea Diarrhea Me, yellow with a gangsta boot Came here to show you a thing or two About sign language Middle fingers aimed at you So we don't gotta scream at you Ow, I just bit my bottom lip It was an accident I went to go tell them all to go get fucked But I'm never gonna bite my tongue Little bitch, throw it up She's talkin' loud, but you won't hear a sound What do you mean, for like, bitches? Nah, girls, like a love song No We need one Like, love song, love song? Yeah, man Bitches like love songs