(Verse 1 – Nicki Minaj)

Ain’t yelling cut when it’s shooting time
Sign up, it’s recruiting time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
F*ck wrong with these ho n*ggas?
Don’t do coke, I don’t blow n*gga
I don’t tell n*ggas I show n*ggas
And it’s never less than like 4 n*ggas
Hot sauce and ketchup n*gga
He telling and he hiding,
But real n*ggas will still catch a n*gga
I cop Raris, don’t test drive em
Home theaters, can’t best buy em
These n*ggas that I roll with don’t let a single thing get by em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town no gun laws,
Broke b*tches that talk sh*t, now them the b*tches I stunt for
Malcom X daughter came at me
Looking n*ggas ain’t happy
Rolled out with some Latin Kings and some eses in them plain khakis
Snap b*tches no snap cam
Pop p*ssy on a hand stand,
They sucking d*ck like a band camp
Call Web and then call Nitty
Queens n*ggas in its all hoodies,
Kidnapping and then rob n*ggas
Call D-Rock for a biggie
P*ssy ass lil rap n*ggas
I f*cked with real trap nigas
Pop star, icon but I send n*ggas come snatch n*ggas
I’m with EBK, you on EBT
Got a black nine, call it BET
School n*ggas get a GED
And I tease n*ggas make em B.E.G
Got a money fetish, imam fly to Venice
Got a big house, I can play some tennis
Lil Herb, what’s good
I’m a bad b*tch and I f*ck good

(Hook – Lil Herb)

Know a couple n*ggas that’s down to ride for a homicide when it’s drama time,
Run up on a n*gga with llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
150 I’m really wit it
I’ll drop his ass and then forget it
I’m the man round my side of town,
Might see a b*tch and forget I hit it

(Verse 2 – Lil Herb)

I’m a young n*gga, I be getting money
Take your b*tch from you,
And these nigas get no respect
Imma stay 100 till I’m 6 under
Matter fact I gotta keep it 150,
For every n*gga that’s gonna come with me
I’m on rock block with a new simian,
And a blue Bentley and do 160
Smoke a lot of weed,
Like f*ck gimmicks, put a dutch in me
Got a 40 on me, I don’t trust any
And if any n*gga ever try to end me,
Imma die shooting praying God forgive me
You too busy hating you can’t get no paper,
Why are ya’ll so silly?
Straight killers, I can call so many
I don’t love no b*tches but my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki
I’m in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
Shorties standing in the streets with tools
Where I’m from we don’t play no games
Ain’t no april fools, you will make the news
Where I hang we don’t say no names
If you talk to cop, I stay away from you
Keep your mouth shut in them investigations
You’ll be out the station in a day or two
Dedication and a little patience
Leave the domination on my way to greatness
Don’t put yourself up in a situation
Putting my relations in your conversation
Shoot a opposition with no hesitation
You get my position n*gga you better take it
Know some young bulls from a while back
Tryna leave the game but they never made it
I got old sh*t, killing your sh*t
On a couple tracks I just never played it
P*ssy n*gga you don’t want war,
I got old clips, b*tch I’m Baron Davis
P*ssy n*gga you don’t want war,
I got old clips, b*tch I’m Baron Davis

(Hook – Lil Herb)

Know a couple n*ggas that’s down to ride for a homicide
When it’s drama time,
Run up on a n*gga with llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-Fifty I’m really wit it
I’ll drop his ass and then forget it

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