I’m Remy Ma

[Chorus]
You look like a bitch gotcha face all bent up
I like a pimp got my gators and my pimp cup
You take orders and run errands
I take vacations with killers and four time felons
You outside on line like where the weed
I'm inside getting high V.I.P stats
You where the rats and the D's at
I'm where the B's and the C's and the real OG's at

[Verse 1]
Ayo the girl spits harder than most dudes
I give it to you on any given sunday like soul food
I ain't even gotta double my vocals
I do a main, ad-libs and the rest is Pro Tools
I'm in the booth wit no shoes and my chain be bangin' the mic so, I don't got on no jewels
I'm so hot and I done told you
You ain't no kin to me so basically I don't know you
You don't know me homie I clap you with yo heat
If this was an L.A
I'd be a mother fucking OG
Set off the sirens form thee alliance
Its a four alarm blaze and I'm on fire
I was talking to Kanye and I heard through the wire
That I'm the truth and you're a liar
I'm the queen of rap and there is none higher and all
You slut bag whores should call me sire