Dirty Dub South Step

[Verse 1]

Carter called, lemme get the car key

You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie!

Keep a marquise, everything's sparkly (Man, man down!)

Hit em on a walkie-talkie

Hit em, hit em knock-knock, tell em "let me in"

My name rings bells, bitch, buzz me in!

And I only stop for pedestrians, or real real bad lesbians

Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9

Hit em wit the Ruger by the intersex sine

Hit em wit a Tommy so my niggas call me Pammy and I always eat the jammy in the trunk or in the lamby

Put my whole borough on my back and I'm gooda

I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda

I represent all the girls that stood up

Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar

Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups

Doin' the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up

Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up, now I'm tellin LA Reid to step his bid up

And I'm tellin President Carter he picked a winner

Bitches like Nelly and Kelly, got a dilemma

These birds all fly south in the winter

Fuck I look like chompin' on a chicken dinner?

You can hate me, but why knock my hustle;

I'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle

Skirts with the ruffle, Louis on the duffle

I'm a bad bitch - no muzzle. (no muzzle)

Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kentae

Tell em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my sensei

So I call him Splinter, faster than a sprinter

Gimme my chopsticks, I'll have the rap bitches for dinner

This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis

This is for my nigga 7-up in Castaki

This is for my niggas wheelying them Kawasakis

Shout out to the back east salt fish ackes

Kisses to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky

Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky

I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski

Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed

Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me.)