[verse one]
iand'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game
coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl
dark skinned, christian dior poster girl
moand' rockin timbs bitch and the gucci loafers girl
niggaz say iand'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
fuck yand'all thought? be dancin around in suits like iand'm {diddy}
pretty, show niggaz how we run this city
respect my name, boogie nigga, stay in ya lane
like the hurricane, rains on bitches like sugar shane
and dare one of yand'all rappin chicks to mention fox name
andquot;whatand's beef?andquot; beef is when bitches think itand's sweet
see yand'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya
1- why yoooooooo, why yo yo yo
why yoooooooo, why yagga ya yo
why yoooooooo, why yo yo yo
why yoooooooo, why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
[verse two]
check, uhh
itand's like iand'm in my own fuckin world, i speak how i feel
sometimes i feel like iand'm just too fuckin real
i love to stack riches, no disrespect yand'all
i respect the rap game, but i donand't fuck with rap bitches
iand'm speakin from my heart
itand's not that iand'm too good, iand'm just hood
been like this from the fuckin start
since i bust my gun in ninety-six
yand'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks
bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit
you a industry bitch, iand'm a in the streets bitch
i might breeze through prada, chloe or tiffs
but, other than that itand's just me and my six
Repeat 1
[verse three]
i dream filthy
my moms and pops mixed it with the triniand' rum and whiskey
uhh, proper set off
six sped off, gats let off, i speak calm
gangsta, and pours off like screechie don, bwoy
who yand'all know rock prada like fox
pop bottles in the back of the cellar with donatella
cartier wrist wear, pasha kay face
got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste
act like yand'all donand't know i keeps gat beneath waist
and like a hundred thouand' each crib in each safe
when fox come through she have a gun in the place
iand'm like marion jones, what, who the fluck wanand' race?
listen, never trippin, never catch brown slippin
fuck, yand'all only nice around mics like pippen
shit, to all my thugs thatand's bloodand'n or cripand'n
iand'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga
Repeat 1 - 2x
