Shook Hands

[Intro]
Yeah, ha ha!
See, I love this shit
You see what the problem is
These bitches don't know me, Poke
These goddamn hoes, here we go again
It's time to let it go, we 'bout to phone it in
You bitches ain't comfortable in your own skin
No matter how you try, you could never be Kim

[Verse 1]
Take it back to that Quiet Storm
Don't come without your firearm
Four alarm blaze, I blaze bitches with that 1-2 gauge
Put them in the box, in the grave
Broke, cut it or weed it
How y'all bum bitches conceited? (Please)
Washed up careers they pleaded
Face it, bitch, ya done there (You done there)
Lean back, you had ya run there
As far as the bitches gettin' busy I'm number one here
Yeah, ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Cross that bridge, tuck ya goods in
Like the queen of Harlem except it's BK way
Makin' sure niggas eat every day
Don't make me put a hit out
These rappin' always spit out
Put yourself in a sticky situation and get out
Ride or die, if they my niggas then I'm stickin' with 'em
Any rats we gonna kiss them like my nigga did 'em

[Chorus]
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Cross that bridge, tuck ya goods in
Niggas get shot, locked down where I'm from
Stick ups turn to shoot outs, niggas you better run
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Cross that bridge, tuck ya goods in
Niggas get shot, locked down where I'm from
Stick ups turn to shoot outs, niggas you better run

[Verse 2]
Never thought niggas would tell
(Ain't this a bitch) ass niggas scared of jail
FED C.O.'s givin' me head in my cell
Makin' my bid go easy receive mail
Back at my best, skin tight dress
Nigga, it's sharks in the water
Come get your life vest or get ate up
A's to the S's, we K'd up
Wipe a nigga out for every thing while he laid up (Gimme that)
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Cross that bridge, tuck ya goods in
Niggas get shot, stabbed up and get bucked (Yeah)
You broke bitches ain't got a dollar, go get fucked
For your rent money, too much mileage is no good
I mean I fucked around, but you fucked the whole hood
You bitches still boostin' runnin' round with credit
Kim like Cleo about to set it off, and let it off (Blaww!)

[Chorus]
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Cross that bridge, tuck ya goods in
Niggas get shot, locked down where I'm from
Stick ups turn to shoot outs, niggas you better run
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Cross that bridge, tuck ya goods in
Niggas get shot, locked down where I'm from
Stick ups turn to shoot outs, niggas you better run

[Verse 3]
Order marble for all you broads
Richie Rich, Macaulay Culkin
Bitches, I pay the cost
Whole life I took care of my dogs
Until the indictment everybody ain't stand tall
That's when the bullshit start and the team fell apart
And you find out the bitches is the ones with the heart
Hoe ass niggas scared of a punk ass bid
Still wind up gettin' pocked, that's what ya punk ass get (Snitch!)
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Cross that bridge, tuck ya goods in
Gangsta in my skirt straight eight in my purse
All you bitches get murked and peace lay in the dirt
All you clowns lay around the way with them
Hope you ain't around when them rounds get sprayed at them (Blaww!)
K-I-M, it's the way I am
The way I play you hoes weren't bread this way (BK!)

[Chorus]
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Cross that bridge, tuck ya goods in
Niggas get shot, locked down where I'm from
Stick ups turn to shoot outs, niggas you better run
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Cross that bridge, tuck ya goods in
Niggas get shot, locked down where I'm from
Stick ups turn to shoot outs, niggas you better run