Sippin sippin syruup sippin'
Wussup with the Gangsta Boo?
The cheating, the beating
The churches, the preachers
Who pimpin' with preaching
You bitches can't touch me
The U, the G, the Q, the South
The under, the ground, the queen, is out!
The questions, the asking
The trappers who pack em!
I- I- I'ma bring tha gutter back!
Listen to me carefully as I spit the secret pimpin' hoe
People say I'm gospel, she quit rappin, I don't know what fo'
The game be me, because I'm underground
I can't help my ?? on every nigga
Because I'm the best female rapper around
Ballin like all up in one
I'm what you call the truth
Nah nigga I ain't braggin' I am what you call the truth with my-
I'm riding on them thangs
They call me all the time
The mind is a terrible thing to waste so quit trying!
So why you tryna stick me?
You ain't got nothing for me
You ain't gon' be-zzy dizzz-own
Or witness what I'm doing
I don't got buddies with me
Cause buddies turn to enemies
Yo if you think I'm lying Just take a trip to Memphis
They'll tell you all about me
And won't forget to mention-
I-I-Ima bring the gutta back!