Missy Elliot

Lyrics

[Intro] Yuh Yuh Yuh, yuh [Verse] Walk in this bitch like Monta Ellis Don't nothin' but steppers step in my section Cuz like ya necklace, leave him neckless We up that Glick, no second guessin' He can run all he want, this bitch'll catch him Kick in the trap like David Beckham This beat go harder than a fuck I'm high right now, booted as fuck My bitch say I'm sexier than Lil Baby Said she wanna be like Jayda and Lil Baby Whip my wrist in a bowl, I go crazy This a Glock 17, not a .380 I'm the real Dominique, I'm a speed racer Sign on my trap say, "I need paper" Scratch off on a nigga, see me later Ain't nothin' free in life, no free favors I want a house so big, can't see neighbors Nigga, I need more than three acres I smoke top shelf, еxtreme flavors Ain't nothin' on my jacket but a Suprеme label They say Pap got the bag, started goin crazy Looked out for my bro and my old lady I'm the one with the Glock, Tracy Mcgrady Auntie said the work taste like turkey gravy Glock on me same size a big baby My bitch throw a fit like a big baby I walk in the trap like Gervonta Davis Beat the shit out the pot, lock the work and shave it I pop a Perc when my heart racin' Everybody got sticks like we in the Navy Doin one-thirty on the dash, one-eighty I'm icier than a ice skater, skatin' on glaciers Auntie walk in the trap like, "Goodness gracious" I told her shut the fuck up and have some patience 'Cause if you want bullshit then go down the street Other than that, get the fuck from 'round me I'm cookin' work in a pan like ground beef In the circus, you belong where the clowns be Take my hoodie off, I look like Mr T I light the whole house up like Christmas Eve I don't like lollipops, I stay sucke-free He know damn well he can't fuck with me I hit for seven, but I'm tuckin' three Still posted up where the cluckers be Wake up out my sleep and my phone beep Auntie, "Where you at or where you gon' be?" She said, "Pap, don't bullshit me this time Is you really gon' pull up on me?" I said, "Hell yeah, auntie, I'm gettin' up right now" She said, "Mmhmm, yeah we gon' see" I looked down at my wrist, then it blind me My shit hittin' hard, nigga, times three Jumped in the car, doin' high speeds Sippin Wock', smoking divine weed My bitch sunbathe by the palm trees I'm wearing Palms Angels in palm springs In the palm of my hand its a ningding Up that bitch and do a clean sweep Nigga, I walk in this bitch like Chief Keef I came in the game with more money than Chief Keef They say Pap can't die, I'm Lil Reese I feel like Ballout in 2016 Every time they see me they say, "Pap, ya clean" I slide in this bitch with a gangster lean Baby Drac' with a hundred round drum Filled with 5.56s, with a beam Up this bitch, take 'em off the scene Real Rx, get the fuck from me