Warning

Who da 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 somethin' just wasn't right

It's my girl kandy from out in miami

Tellin' me that my man with some b**ch in a camry

Car seat in the back like he started a family

Yo kan stop playin' what the f**k are you sayin'

Remember them chicks from da brick 'round nine six

That we seen when we hit a lick by the projects

Oh you mean leah little sister Maria

I use to go see her in front of the pizzeria

I didn't say them they schooled to some b**ch

That you knew from back when

Some b**ch named kim

Light skinned flim use to rock a low rim

Followed them to the crib but the lights real dim

They hit me on the chirp warning me now

I'm warning you

What's it gonna be

Nicki tell me what you wanna do

D**n I'm a have to send her to her maker

D**n I'm a have to send her to her maker

D**n I'm a have to send her to her maker

I'm a send her to her maker

I'm a send her to her maker

They heard about his good sexin' and long erections

Nice complexion magnums for protection

They even heard about his tongue game

How the n**ga gave brain ain't stopped 'til the cum came

But that's words to hip hop

I popped the b**ch top like a corona

Call the coroner it's gonna be

A lot of black dresses and

Chest vest's if I find out he got a next mrs'

What you think all the goons is for

Two by the door

You more out in New York

And I feed 'em curry chicken

I'm all about my green'naw mean

Got some fat b**ches in the kitchen

I got a spot like ox and

We cook ox tail got a scale for

What's in the mail

I got whatever on my n**ga

Bail but if the n**ga bail

I'll have 'em sleepin' with some killa whales

D**n b**ches wanna f**k with my man on the other

Hand things ain't always what you plan

It's the ones up in ya

Prom picture

Salon with'cha

Now they wanna creep in ya mans jeep

I bet you nicki won't sleep

'Cause I'm a put the heat to ya beak

You'll bird like tweet tweet

And watch you smoke like a cigarette

Shoulda left the b**ch a pack of nicorette

Leave all them foul b**ches wet

I give a f**k about you and ya bum crew

Mami I'm the truth they salute when I come through

I'm not runnin' b**ch I bust my gun

In hold on I hear somebody comin'

Police open up

Sh*t

That b**ch kandy set me up yo

You pass the ar lemme let me cowards have it