[Azealia Banks] Late night Coming down Broadway Niggas ain't stuntin' They riding the four train These niggas ain't fly, got wings like always You’re finger-fuckin' the pussy Lickin' it all day Niggas on me cause my position is real sweet Niggas on me cause all my fabrics cost change He ain't stylin enough to be ballin Kobe Bryant, Odom, Ray Allen, and Paul Pierce Combined in one frame Part of my water, but this my wave You take orders like a chicken sauté Tartar sauce on the fried fish I ate Bitches tried to shimmy my shake Bitches try to Diddy my ma$e Who runs the city, I'll break both legs Best thing going, y'all bitches is okay Bitches on the wrong course, this my lane Proper, proper all my propaganda Puffin with some Rastas Puffin better puff a shot Whistle for my masters, coke headed models Dope on arrival, visa is en casa Been in Bahamas Eating all this chocolate Tell me Willy Wonka-Wonga I'm a Mac Truck And you niggas are Tonkas Niggas act up then it's gorillas and their armours Get clapped up nigga you can get applauded Stitch you back up, get you fitted in your garments It will be me on the roof with the harness Just AZ I don't need no accomplice Better roll deep with little GG, CC, we we I'm a bust a nigga and gun him in his pee pee Niggas better hide their little brother when they see me All these niggas riding when they cholos till the heat squeeze