Kryptonite (Freestyle)

[RemyMa: Verse 1] Remy Ma's a chef, see I be baking soda I mixed it with the white and now they call me Coke-A-Cola I be on that Kryptonite You see my legs, my ass, my waist My hips, my face, and my tits is right I be having niggas like, damn, damn, shorty look good Plus she really hood and she really be spittin like She ain't never gave a fuck Stay smoking that sticky bud In the cut like nigga what Twistin a vanilla Dutch Plus I'm over in LA, blazin on that Cali weed Then I gotta twist it in a Peach flavored Swisher Sweets. (Come on) And when Im in the Durty You know they bringing me goodies Im puffin patio piff you blowing backyard boogies Step in the place with my hoodie down Pussies like to call cops Never let em see my face In case I have to send shots Then we back up in the Benz, again, me and my friends and em No we ain't hoes but we chiefin like we Indians We be on that Kryptonite, you know we be gettin right And all he wanna know, is can he take me to his crib tonight And I'm like I'm the comma, Queen of NY comma Remy Ma's a problem, I only fuck with drama See I be on it on it All night, yo I be on it on it I be the reason that your dick is sore, when you wake up in the morning