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[Chorus] You look like a bitch gotcha face all bent up I like a pimp got my gators and my pimp cup You take orders and run errands I take vacations with killers and four time felons You outside on line like where the weed I'm inside getting high V.I.P stats You where the rats and the D's at I'm where the B's and the C's and the real OG's at [Verse 1] Ayo the girl spits harder than most dudes I give it to you on any given sunday like soul food I ain't even gotta double my vocals I do a main, ad-libs and the rest is Pro Tools I'm in the booth wit no shoes and my chain be bangin' the mic so, I don't got on no jewels I'm so hot and I done told you You ain't no kin to me so basically I don't know you You don't know me homie I clap you with yo heat If this was an L.A I'd be a mother fucking OG Set off the sirens form thee alliance Its a four alarm blaze and I'm on fire I was talking to Kanye and I heard through the wire That I'm the truth and you're a liar I'm the queen of rap and there is none higher and all You slut bag whores should call me sire [Chorus] You look like a bitch gotcha face all bent up I like a pimp got my gators and my pimp cup You take orders and run errands I take vacations with killers and four time felons You outside on line like where the weed I'm inside getting high V.I.P stats You where the rats and the D's at I'm where the B's and the C's and the real OG's at [Verse 2] I'm like fuck that this is it All these other chicks is wack and I'm the shit See I'm from New York so I repped the Knicks I'mma I'mma husslin' I could get them bricks They say my flow is crazy and I could spit and I rap as if I had a dick Bitches is bad but I'm that bitch Listen I'm so above the average Now my walk is mean but my whip is sick I can't stand a clown but I love a trick I see a group of dudes and I take my pick Like you you and you with the Timbs hi nice to meet you my name is Rem I don't drive a caddy but I'm stuntin' like a pimp struct With a diddy bop looking something like a limp I cleaned up my money now I'm filthy fucking rich, shit [Chorus] You look like a bitch gotcha face all bent up I like a pimp got my gators and my pimp cup You take orders and run errands I take vacations with killers and four time felons You outside on line like where the weed I'm inside getting high V.I.P stats You where the rats and the D's at I'm where the B's and the C's and the real OG's at [Verse 3] See I'm from where niggas stash packs in the backs of their ball sack and pump crack, yak, D, weed and that Put more baking soda in there coke to get more back Roc Timberlands uptowns White Tees and sports hats We kill all rats tell lies cheat and steal Tints pitch black even gotta em on the windshield License suspended Vehicles rented Warrants open cases several offenses No phone no cable notices of eviction Parents is addicted kids don't listen No rules no school no food in the kitchen and the staircase and elevator smell like piss You can only talk tough if you do tough things If you ain't from around here you better tuck them blings Only difference between me and you is that I got out the hood but the hood is still in me [Chorus] You look like a bitch gotcha face all bent up I like a pimp got my gators and my pimp cup You take orders and run errands I take vacations with killers and four time felons You outside on line like where the weed I'm inside getting high V.I.P stats You where the rats and the D's at I'm where the B's and the C's and the real OG's at