Ru Spits, DJ OnPoint, Nicki Minaj - Not At All lyrics
Nicki Minaj [Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty] Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago/LA, CA, U.S. 🇹🇹 🇺🇸
[Ru Spits, DJ OnPoint, Nicki Minaj - Not At All lyrics]
New freestyle, featuring Nicki Maraj!
Nicki I see you, what up!?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was at the Rucker, in some chuckers
Fuckers with a Smucker's and a hat
That was made for truckers
You told these bitches, they
Was fucking with me, see
When I was getting money
You was fucking for free
Anyway, I'm N-IC, and when I spit?
I had these bitches shakin', like M ali
Cause, I bring it to these girls
Like Fedex and when I get
Fed up? Bitches get rea-dy (Why?) Cause
I'll have your brains lookin', like confetti
Mami
You keep trying, I'mma teach you a les-son '
I keep the iron, but it ain't for pres-sin'
And when I'm done, get the next contestant
Cause, I'm the nicest, priceless
Stay with the
Ice wrist, bitches so sick of me, when I get
Hot, trigger finger get slippery
Bitches better dUCK, like hickory, dickory
We'll pop it off, 'til his top come off
Pull rank, have somebody go
And knock him off phone call to my dawg
Will make him drop 'em off
Think you fuckin' with Nick'
Maraj? NOT AT ALL
Think you can fuck with Ru Spit's? NOT AT ALL
Think you can fuck with my
Crum Clique? NOT AT ALL
Cash, cars, cribs, yeah we got it all
Macs, TEC's, nine's yeah, we pop 'em all
You know Spit's got them bars
That be off the hook
Like Amazon dotcom, I get it off the book
'Bout to cop Nick' Maraj
A bent Porsche to push
While I'm shotgun, reclined all off the kush
Or on that West Coast
My doja be that granddaddy
I got money that's older
Than your granddaddy
Most of you rappers old enough
To be my granddaddy
I'm in that so sick, o'six, tan Caddi'
And every stone in the chain
Look like strobe lights
And just hard to be rude, when we so nice
Illest shit I ever said
Is what I don't write
For you to see me get this bread
Is what you don't like
I will take the Uzi, slide back
Spray ya kufi
And show you actin' ass niggas
How to make ah movie
We'll pop it off, 'til his top come off
Pull rank, have somebody go
And knock him off phone call to my dawg
Will make him drop 'em off
Think you fuckin' with Nick'
Maraj? NOT AT ALL
Think you can fuck with Ru Spit's? NOT AT ALL
Think you can fuck with my
Crumb Clique? NOT AT ALL
Cash, cars, cribs, yeah we got it all
Macs, TEC's, nine's yeah, we pop 'em off
Y'all niggas is fucking'crazy!
My niggas are beasts, Ru Spit's
AKA star shit! We fuckin' crazy in 2006
Fire and Ice! (Ah ah) Y'all niggas fall back!
That niggas need a hit? You come holla at us!
That niggas need a ghostwriter? They
Come holla at us!
This is us this year (Stunna) , me, Ru Spit's
Sawblood, Nicki Maraj, Danny Brown
Matter of fact, free my nigga Danny Brown
RIGHT NOW! We 'bout to start a
Revolution on y'all motherfuckers
Shout out to the whole motherfuckin' Dipset
Duke the God, Travis, Juelz
Matter fact my nigga Platinum Don
What up!? Trav', what up!?
Fire and Ice, nigga
We gettin' it poppin' this year
Y'all niggas can't fuck with us, you crazy?
I know y'all lookin' stupid right now
Nicki I see you, what up!?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was at the Rucker, in some chuckers
Fuckers with a Smucker's and a hat
That was made for truckers
You told these bitches, they
Was fucking with me, see
When I was getting money
You was fucking for free
Anyway, I'm N-IC, and when I spit?
I had these bitches shakin', like M ali
Cause, I bring it to these girls
Like Fedex and when I get
Fed up? Bitches get rea-dy (Why?) Cause
I'll have your brains lookin', like confetti
Mami
You keep trying, I'mma teach you a les-son '
I keep the iron, but it ain't for pres-sin'
And when I'm done, get the next contestant
Cause, I'm the nicest, priceless
Stay with the
Ice wrist, bitches so sick of me, when I get
Hot, trigger finger get slippery
Bitches better dUCK, like hickory, dickory
We'll pop it off, 'til his top come off
Pull rank, have somebody go
And knock him off phone call to my dawg
Will make him drop 'em off
Think you fuckin' with Nick'
Maraj? NOT AT ALL
Think you can fuck with Ru Spit's? NOT AT ALL
Think you can fuck with my
Crum Clique? NOT AT ALL
Cash, cars, cribs, yeah we got it all
Macs, TEC's, nine's yeah, we pop 'em all
You know Spit's got them bars
That be off the hook
Like Amazon dotcom, I get it off the book
'Bout to cop Nick' Maraj
A bent Porsche to push
While I'm shotgun, reclined all off the kush
Or on that West Coast
My doja be that granddaddy
I got money that's older
Than your granddaddy
Most of you rappers old enough
To be my granddaddy
I'm in that so sick, o'six, tan Caddi'
And every stone in the chain
Look like strobe lights
And just hard to be rude, when we so nice
Illest shit I ever said
Is what I don't write
For you to see me get this bread
Is what you don't like
I will take the Uzi, slide back
Spray ya kufi
And show you actin' ass niggas
How to make ah movie
We'll pop it off, 'til his top come off
Pull rank, have somebody go
And knock him off phone call to my dawg
Will make him drop 'em off
Think you fuckin' with Nick'
Maraj? NOT AT ALL
Think you can fuck with Ru Spit's? NOT AT ALL
Think you can fuck with my
Crumb Clique? NOT AT ALL
Cash, cars, cribs, yeah we got it all
Macs, TEC's, nine's yeah, we pop 'em off
Y'all niggas is fucking'crazy!
My niggas are beasts, Ru Spit's
AKA star shit! We fuckin' crazy in 2006
Fire and Ice! (Ah ah) Y'all niggas fall back!
That niggas need a hit? You come holla at us!
That niggas need a ghostwriter? They
Come holla at us!
This is us this year (Stunna) , me, Ru Spit's
Sawblood, Nicki Maraj, Danny Brown
Matter of fact, free my nigga Danny Brown
RIGHT NOW! We 'bout to start a
Revolution on y'all motherfuckers
Shout out to the whole motherfuckin' Dipset
Duke the God, Travis, Juelz
Matter fact my nigga Platinum Don
What up!? Trav', what up!?
Fire and Ice, nigga
We gettin' it poppin' this year
Y'all niggas can't fuck with us, you crazy?
I know y'all lookin' stupid right now