Lookin' Out the Balcony

[Verse] Lookin' out the balcony, all I see is targets I could pop a nigga in Albany... all the way from here Supposedly, shorty's doubtin' me, like I ain't the hardest But, he knows what I'm about and he's not trying to get smeared All across his kitchen counter while he's rounding up a meal For his dandy f*cking family. Make their candy-asses peel 2 niñas holding ninas. Mandy's ass is real But I'll toss the gun to her prima and let Sandy blast the steel Cause she's never been arrested - no criminal record I'll have shorty out by breakfast, bless her with a diamond necklace That's just for keeping her flappers closed. That's my dapper ho I'm her dapper don, and we're gon' clap you, bro That's calicoes all up in your cabbage, bro And I'll think nothing of it after a plate of platanos She knows, eventually, we'll live large, down south With brown stones on her finger the price of a town-house What up? My gangsta broad is harder than you wankstas are She'll shank your heart, all for just a "Thank you, ma'." And she can throw them hands... ... but she's a serial killer, known to rob kicks, lucky charms and golden grams But, that's all in the past Now, she'll get all in that ass Due to no reason more than just for a laugh I see you're still sleeping on her... Snorlax 'Til she's pistol-whipping your momma for more racks So, don't make my chick, Rosa slash your sofa For them grams of coca. Pass'em over, Casanova You're either going to cooperate, or get shot today And don't try to reason with her; she won't have a lot to say That's my half-breed Brazilian sponsor Other half: Sicilian mobster And she will kill for this "Domini-Colombian" So, trust me when I say we're in the building Now, buzz me in