Mmm, uhh
Ain't yellin' cut,
when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs, with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
Fuck wrong wit' these ho niggas?
Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like four
niggas
(Four- four) Four wings
and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding
But real niggas still catch a nigga
Cop 'Raris? I don't test drive 'em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get
by 'em
Kingpins and them drug lords
Chi- Town, no gun laws
Broke bitches that talk shit?
Now them the bitches I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter, came at me
Lookin' ass niggas ain't happy
Rolled out with some Latin Kings
And some eses in 'em plain khakis
Smack bitches, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop pussy on a hand stand
They suckin' dick like it's band camp
Call Webb and then call Nitti
Queens niggas in, it's all
hoodies
Kidnappin' and then rob niggas
Call D- Roc for a biggie
Know a couple niggas that's
down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
1- 50, I'm really with it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man 'round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
I'm a young nigga, I be gettin' money
Take your bitch from you
And these niggas don't get no respect
I'ma stay a hunnid 'til
I'm six under
Matter o' fact, I gotta keep it 150
For every nigga that's
gon' come with me
I'm on Roc Block with a new semi
And a blue Bentley, it do 160
Smoke a lot of weed, like fuck kidneys
Put a dutch in me, got a .40 on me
I don't trust any,
and if any nigga ever try to end me
I'ma die shooting,
prayin' God forgive me
You too busy hating,
you can't get no paper
Why are y'all so silly? Straight killers
I can call so many,
I don't love no bitches
But my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki
I'm in Hollywood,
killin' your shit
On a couple tracks I just never played it
Pussy nigga, you don't want war
I got old clips,
bitch I'm Baron Davis
(Old clips, bitch I'm Baron
Davis)
(Old clips, bitch I'm
Baron Davis)
Pussy nigga, you don't want war
I got old clips, bitch I'm Baron Davis
Know a couple niggas that's down
to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with the
llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all
traumatized
1- 50, I'm really with it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man 'round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
Gang, gang, gang shit man
You already know how I'm rocking man
This is G Herbo, shout out Nick
i Minaj, you already know man
SB just gave me the nine
with the green beam
Just give me the green light
Letting niggas have it man
We pulling up anywhere
wetting shit man
Got 50s in them TECs,
50s in them MACs man
30s in them Glocks, 17 shot
Berettas, all that shit man
Sawed offs, pumps, all that shit man,
what you want?
How you want it, where you want it?
When you want it man? Let's get it
And I ride dolo from state to state
Even when I ain't a hundred and fifty man,
Chiraq all the way to Queens
Let's get it
Uh- huh, I always got a trick
up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop,
I don't know
I figured they want some more,
I'ma give you some more
Ask Webb if I wasn't taking them trips,
with 'em nigga!
Chea!
Nicki Minaj 
