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.)