Yeah, Brooklyn, New York, focused It's ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first Diddy, I see you,
Y'all done met ya match I'm somethin' like a you bust I bust back I game dudes got 'em callin me My stomach stay flat baby, mothers don't me, huh
Chicks this then I give 'em my ice see I'm the knockout queen y'all hoes don't wanna me Sexy, brown skin in my purse it's a deadly weapon, yeah
I don't pay for at all I even get free dutches at the corner Shot caller dudes stop as soon as I Babs Bunny the black jet of the week, huh
I'm fire just what the thugs Got a pitched flow MC Mariah When I down the streets niggaz squeak their tires Got every club passin' me flyers
I'm in V.I.P. a sure night a bottle of haze, my weave is so tight I'm for some action, hands in the air over here in the club no beer
Stuntin' bad girl, I do it for Tight shirt with a pop top button Babs repeat it I'm something that the rap game Thorough bread I stay weeded
All I need from you is your word that I come to the stai You gon hold me down when you come to M.I. I'm gon you down, you know it's Freddy P Te hit man of the band, y'all know how I'm it now, shit
I'm in and out them back to the TV shows Attendin' meetings with a 40's and my dirty flows Everyday's an episode all because episodes like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows
Everyday like valentine, how I keep it made a dime from rap yet I thank people no my people don't believe it though Someone has leavin' those words sayin' cold
You think I don't know you serving 'Cause you ain't a dude that couldn't carry their Coke So it must be them freakin' po I hope they better pray They don't run up or your momma gonna be singin that song
What you say Freddy P ya heard me, it's Lord Chopper Ya heard me, your brother ya heard me I the band ya dig to the death New the third ward Magnolia
Let me a nigga bootin' up I'ma be like what's hap nigga I crush bones and a mothafuckin' fat nigga You know what type of shit I'm on I let the hit ya You cant box my squad, our left jabs
any bitch nigga that tries to come against us All my sistas, I promise to it part of my agenda to get ya You know I'm sayin', we see them ninjas Hoppin' off of them Ducatis you down like timber
You can try to stop me, I injure Shit my killer like cinder I'm a bad boy guerrilla making millionaire Chopper City 'bout to dis ya, I can paint you a
Hey yo, Chopper man I dig you like the shovel man Its E the enforcer from the band man We the hottest thing since popcorn dog It's real, it's to go down like this ay yo
Puffin' on sour deezy's you know it ain't And I never been to but packin' desert eagles I mean Call me a liar but the back Bad Boy empire is the fires at
I got the John truck with the tires to match The whole hood on fire the wires Okay this part of the deal, huntas all on my heels Lookin' for me huh somewhere in the
I takes trains, automobiles, boats passport to Brazil Survival of the fittest, nigga I it I live it Gotta crawl before you walk any can get it
All dance for the family ya Elliott ness, me I hold it down til dead dishonor trust, what me Tell ya Dillinger, join the family all West Indian I for, lemme see some lighters now, you
Ya me, me in a band is poor in need Ya see, man a don, nah me no blood clot be She see me, ya eye out, you no see, see, see, see Little more me have to wild out set she see, see
She check all of me guns, she theify theify Me have a half a pint fa your an Eagle eye if she it Check the people like some are Rule the people with me gun like Moses 'em rod
Bumba clot ta move ya and them Ouija Man I hearted, [Incomprehensible] Pull the burn out me trunky, pack the fassey Shots area, foes will no like me why
Them new and new Nike My glocks come out when time fa ya bashee Ask dem ya gonna see da is me family If ya disrespect ya fi never mornin'