Ghosting That Ass...

Gee, how long do we have to go    
I need to get back to New York, after we take care of this hit, we all disappear and invest the profits from our products on the down low  
My Queen, it’s best we sneak up on the Russian Cartel and let the bullets flow    
Those ruthless fucks’ compound is just over the hill    
Don’t worry we got them in sniper rage, we case out the joint and take out the head czar like a true gangsta kill    
    
Their weapons of choice, cannot match ours at any rate or when used at will    
And that’s the art of this Nun Runner’s deal    
Then we torch his marijuana harvest and confiscate his jewelry, his dope, his safe containing all those markers for blackmailing purposes, and his loot    
And in these mountains no need to worry, no five-o will be in pursuit    
Word has it there are some political figures to bribe on that list    
It will become my property a bargaining tool now my gift    
Yeah, my Queen, I feel you, I get your drift      
    
My Queen, what’s up with you and this punk    
Well to be up front    
He tainted my dope with fentanyl and on the streets bragging, like it will not get back to me, and now that I brought you up to speed    
I need to check his sorry ass then pistol whip him until he is bloody and one breath short of dead as his life he pleads      
Then spit on and with my Glock put a cap in his heart on a whim    
I can peep that My Queen, these pretenders do not respect the dealing of the game    
Trying to come up on someone with fame behind their name    
     
You know me Gee, I will squat and then shit upon a gangsta who speaks with a bitch ass tongue    
Not when he can just step to me, my crew, so we can roast his punk ass in the sun    
Placing his wanna be, ain’t gonna succeed over my lap, clawing his back, treating him like sewer trash    
Hacking his limbs, then shoveling one of thigh bones so for up his ass    
News flash    
You come on my playground talking that HeMan bravado yang    
In my hood I only respect two gangs    
The Blood and the Crips    
Anybody else, my steel rips or my stiletto on your chest smashing down with the tip          

Tootie Fruitie    
I will bend a poser over and let my Rottweiler screw them like he's Oh Rudy    
My words to your face I will slang    
Well with me, my Queen it’s nothing but a Gee thang    
The difference between a man and a boy    
A man does what he says, not rant as a girl like somebody stole his Barbie toys    
This Queen of the East does nothing but make noise    
     
You ain’t ready by me to be strung up and then castrated as a man    
If not, you better have one hell of an exit plan    
I’m the Queen of this jungle and everything, that prowls, growls, roams, or stand    
Don’t question the odds, best to move aside, if YOU can comprehend, if not your life I will reprimand    
Throwing a GI Joe tantum like you the King shit    
Partner I will razor cut your skin then slowly saw off your dick    
Belt a plastic strap on then pump your narrow ass like it’s a clit    
You sane, therefore, mentally stay in your lane, son    
I back my dope game up and, in my shoes, Iike a Ghost I disappear  not run    
     
My Queen, we are almost there, we need to divvy up and circle the grounds    
Everyone I am sure we will be under surveillance, so obscure your movements with no sound    
Our inside man is in there and he will cause a distraction    
Enough time for our mission, to get him out, so everyone be ready, after the grenades go off, we will spring into action    
Gee, you got my back    
My Queen, you are my right hand bitch, in any attack    
     
Let’s do this …