[Intro]
You probably be f**ing with them scary a** b**hes huh?
Nah... Not us
n***as be asking b**hes to throw that a**, throw them hands!
[Hook: Julius]
Your b**h avoid the drama eh yo that's cool n***a
My girl the type to act a mothaf**in' fool n***a
Oh yea she knuckle good y'all
My girl grew up in the mothaf**in' hood y'all
Throw them hands, throw them hands, throw them hands oh yeah
She throw them hands, throw them hands, throw them hands oh yeah
A real woman what you thought n***a?
Hell no she ain't no mothaf**in' thot n***a
[Verse 1: Julius]
Eh, you b**hes finna get knocked out I'm anticipating it
(Baby girl that hoe trying talk sh** about you) Yeah that's me instigating sh**
My girl ain't like other females, trust me she knows the streets well
She a fighter, she gon' die a rider like she don't like wearing seat belts
I'm a young nocka from the Beach I don't mean sand and seashells
I mean the land wear you see shells on the ground the land wear the beef dwell
That mean my woman gotta be just as ghetto as me, rocking 6 inch stiletto's but she
Gon' use her fist to settle the beef
She'll give a b**h a good licking not like that she don't swing that way
Only thing she swings is a mean a** hay-maker (bang) lean that face
Smackin' a b**h, slappin' a b**h, even be stabbin' a b**h all that all that
When it's crackin' she be at a b**h like what's happenin' b**h all that all that
Man just the other day she chocked a b**h with one hand how hood is that?
She didn't scratch one acrylic nail her manicure intact
But she cla**y don't get me wrong her a** could teach a cla**
Got a master a B.A. I mean master beating a**
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Demetrius]
What up crip? What up cuz? sh** my girl is a blood n***a
All of my family crips, but sh** we in love n***a
Crips and bloods gon' cum together whenever we f** n***a
You startin' drama she Martin mama my girl beat b**hes up n***a
With a left right right left left right that's right then a titty pop out
The best fight's cat fights damn right she'll fight she a pretty Knockout
She'll knock-out your woman damnit, y'all motherf**ers don't understand it
When she throw hands I call her Lindsey Lohan cause she underhanded
Uh-uh What your a** been thinking? Matter fact what your a** been drinking?
You wanna fight my girl? My girl from the ghetto b**h sh** her last name Jenkins
She got a backhand that'll park you like a 'Lac or a Lincoln hand her a reason
Sticking you early like back-court defence, you gon' need a new track and weave and
She act like n***a she can be Mr. Suge, y'all n***as ain't never seen a chick this hood
She'll beat up a chicken like Peter Griffin and still look finger licking good
(Oh hell no y'all don't get her more pissed off)
Cause she'll box and shoot pandora crossed with Lara Croft
[Hook]