If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I betcha biggie bust 'em
He probably tried to f*ck him, I told him not to trust him
Lyrically, I dust 'em, off like Pledge
Hit hard like sledge hammers, b*tch with that platinum grammar
I am a diamond cluster hustler queen b*tch, supreme b*tch
Kill a n*gga for my n*gga by any means b*tch
Murder scene b*tch, clean b*tch, disease free b*tch
Check it
I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M and M's
Roll with the Mafia remember them?
Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen
Straight up apostles, now strictly n*ggas that jostle
Kill a n*gga for the figure, how you figure?
Your cheddar would be better
Beretta inside of Beretta nobody do it better
Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons
Got buffoons eatin' my pus*y while I watch cartoons
Seat the loon, rap Pam Grier's here
Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
Frank kill n*ggas lives for one point five
While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive
The Mafia you wanna be 'em
Most of y'all n*ggas can't eat without per diem
I'm rich, I'ma stay that b*tch
Uhh, who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin'
Roll with n*ggas that be thuggin', buggin'
In the tunnel in Eso's, sippin' espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino
On a mission for the Lucci Creno
I used to wear Moscino but every b*tch got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer
You think you greater, uh
You n*ggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you half of me
Get off my di*k, kick it b*tch
Check my pitch or send it persona
And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds
I got that bomb ass c*ck, a good ass shot
With hardcore flows to keep a n*gga di*k rock
Sippin' Ziffendales, up in Chippendale's
Shop in Blooming dales for Prada bags
Female Don Dada has, no problems spittin' cream with my team
sh*t's straight like nine fifteen, you know what I mean?
Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
Flossin' my rolex rich sh*t, I'm rich
I'ma stay that b*tch