Warning

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj & Kandi] Who the hell is this? Callin' me at 12:47 in the night While I'm watchin' the fight Lookin' at the phone, it's no name in sight Blocked ID, knew something just wasn't right It's my girl Kandi from out in Miami Tellin' me that my man with some bitch in a Camry Car seat in the back like he started a family Yo Kan, stop playin', what the fuck is you sayin'? Remember them chicks from the Bricks 'round nine six That we seen when we hit a lick by the project? Oh, you mean Leah, little sister Maria I used to go see her in front of the pizzeria I didn't say them They schooled me to some bitch that you knew from back when Some bitch named Kim Light skinned, slim, used to rock a low brim Followed them to the crib, but the lights real dim They hit me on the chirp, warnin' me, now I'm warnin' you What's it gonna be Nicki, tell me what you wanna do [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Damn, I'ma have to send her to her maker Damn, I'ma have to send her to her maker Damn, I'ma have to send her to her maker I'ma send her to her maker I'ma send her to her maker (Kyuh) [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj & Kandi] They heard about his good sexin', long erections Nice complexion, Magnums for protection They even heard about his tongue game How the nigga give brain, ain't stop 'til the cum came But that's words of Hip Hop I popped the bitch top, like a Corona Call a coroner, it's gonna be a lot of black dresses and chest vest-es If I find out he got a next Mrs What you think all the goons is for? Two by the door, a few more out in New York And I feed 'em curry chicken, I'm all about my green nahmean? Got some fat bitches in the kitchen I got a spot like ox and we cook oxtail Got a scale for what's in the mail I got whatever on my nigga bail, but if the nigga bail I'll have him sleepin' with some killer whales Damn, bitches wanna fuck with my man On the other hand, things ain't always what you plan It's the ones up in your prom picture, salon witcha Now they wanna creep in your man Jeep I bet you Nicki won't sleep 'Cause I'ma put the heat to your beak, you bird-like, tweet tweet And watch I smoke like a cigarette Should've left the bitch a pack of Nicorette Leave all them foul bitches wet I give a fuck about you and your bum crew Mami, I'm the truth, they salute when I come through I'm not runnin' bitch, I bust my gun and Hold on, I hear somebody comin' [Outro: Nicki Minaj] Yo, police, open up Shit, yo, this bitch Kandi set me up, yo Yo, pass the AR, let me let these cowards have it