Asap Mob BYF

[A$AP Rocky:]

I just, I just wanna be your friend (I just, I just)

I just, I, I, I just wanna be your friend (I just, I)

And I, and I just mated your girlfriend

This new sensation won’t feel the same again

[A$AP Ant:]

Trying to fuck you and your friend shawty

Trying to put a dick in your bitch, I’m sorry

Care about the bitch, pass that to Carti

Playing with the money like the game Atari

Might go to Saks Fifth, might go to Barney’s

MarGielaa, on me looking so clean

Young nigga clean like Listerine

Got a new shawty from the Philippines

Riding real slow, still getting this dough

Celine on my Oscars, I gotta stay low

Smoking on Fronto, you’re still smoking dro

Feel on the girls in the Uber Tahoe

When I pull up it’s a car show

Neon lights, my car glow

Big bank like Wells Fargo

Trying to get a Murcielago

[A$AP Rocky:]

I just, I just wanna be your friend (I just, I just)

I just, I, I, I just wanna be your friend (I just, I)

And I, and I just mated your girlfriend

This new sensation won’t feel the same again

[Smooky MarGielaa:]

I just wanna be your friend

Come through, we could count hundreds, no 10s

Come chill with Margielaa man

What you wanna ride? Got a Bentley in the back

Ayy, baby in a Benz now

Now she wanna pull up in a Phantom

[?] on

Give her [?] so she don’t gotta stress

Blue bills in my pocket Benjamins

Diamonds on my wrist, shine glistening

You came with the shawty in the rented whip

I fucked up my shawty in expensive shit

Buy her anything she need

Fly her out to Germany

She post pictures I retweet

Give her shit she never seen, ay

[A$AP Rocky:]

I just, I just wanna be your friend (I just, I just)

I just, I, I, I just wanna be your friend (I just, I)

And I, and I just mated your girlfriend

This new sensation won’t feel the same again

Asap Mob Gotham City

[Hook: ASAP Ferg]

Point em out where he at

Chrome .9 point the mac

Sit him down, in the trap

Four pound for the strap

Big guns go BRAP!

ASAP where it’s at

Real niggas all black

Sip lean so relax

Point em out where he at

Chrome .9 point the mac

Sit him down in the trap

Four pound for the strap

Big guns go BRAP!

ASAP where it’s at

Real niggas all black

Cozy boy so relax

[Verse 1: ASAP Ferg]

Young Trap Lord, dime of the purp

Ride or die boy, nigga get murked

Pull a 9 boy, play with the dirt

Layin’ on who Sleep in the earth

She feel on my clothes, she lifting her skirt

She say she love coke, she sniffin the work

Semi auto Tec, guns go flur

Bang bang bang and I bet that one squirt

She wathing my body, pursuing my colleagues

Versace, my eyelids but it Yves Saint-Laurent me

Twelvy in Huraches and Margiela on Rocky

Yohji Yamamoto for Ty Nast and Ty Beats

Fuck bitches that’s on me

Wack bitches move kindly

Last niggas of a dying breed

Yeah me, myself, and Irene

Niggas hear them sirens

When that fo’ fif’ and that 9 squeeze

China bitch sip sake

While I chop that ass with that Tommy

[Hook]

[Verse 2: ASAP Twelvyy]

We all want that Meech money

Gold grill make ya speak funny

My eyes open cause the streets hungry

A new Jack fuckin’ G-money

Niggas dead over sneak money

Shit ain’t sweet honey

The streets love me right here is in the peach rugby

I go hard cause the niggas thought the least of me

I’m in the hell yeah that bitch made a beast of me

Hold your crib while your bitch make a feast of me

I’m a greedy nigga stuff in my face

Gettin’ money, fuckin’ bitches yeah them stuck in my ways

Bout to turn 23 but I give zero fucks

Niggas wanna sign me tell them niggas zero up

What’s up

[Hook]

[Verse 3: ASAP Nast]

It’s the pistol poppin’ business nigga mind ya own

Expensive taste in guns, shorty’s coppin’ chrome

I’m in love with a chopper doe

Him ’em, get ’em, split ’em

Turn a fuck nigga into a bowl of pasta dog

I’m not at all

A nigga to be fucked with

Shorty got the hammer

Niggas can’t touch this

Mom’s got the biscuit, Dad own a musket

Gone off a substance

Middle finger up to the bitch who would fuck shit

Living in a world where young niggas run shit

All over something, but it’s really nothing

Go on with the fuck shit, young niggas run this all

[Hook]

Asap Mob Hella Hoes

[Intro – A$AP Nast:]

Hoes, I got hella hoes

I got hoes, I got hella hoes

I got hoes, and I’m selling dope

And I just bought that chopper and that pistol with the scope

[Chorus – A$AP Nast:]

Hoes, I got hella hoes

I got hoes, I got hella hoes

I got hoes, and I’m selling dope

And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know

I got

[Verse 1 – A$AP Twelvyy:]

I got a start in these streets, extra hard for these hoes

We move hard in these streets, young God, X’in them O’s

I’m like God in these streets, got a tech in my coat

I go hard in these streets, Johnny Depp with the blow

I flip nickels and O’s, I flip powder in bass

I done shoveled the snow, I done showered the state

See them flowers gone grow and the power gon raise

And we came through the door, here we got us a race

[Verse 2 – A$AP Ferg:]

All these diamonds in my teeth

I’m gone off a gallon of Hennessy

Better let your bitch go cause she’s feeling me

And besides she a ho, she fucked him and me

And I gave her the beast like I’m Timothy

Moonwalk in that pussy like Billie Jean

And I open your chest like you Janet Jackson

And I blam-blam like you Timberlake

I put him in a lake and I penetrate

Let it sit in your face like a dinner date

Then bust open your grill, let it ventilate

And my niggas is killers, what can I say?

With a crew of gorillas like 50 Cent

And they peeling bananas, no dinner plate

And I’m only gone ride with my syndicate

A$AP til I die, nigga, period

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 – A$AP Rocky:]

Uh, pretty mothafucka, pull up in this bitch like

Uh, jiggy mothafucka, hella hoes on my dick like

Uh, really with the shit, if a nigga trip, loading up the clip

Never slip, tight, never sleep, finna let it rip in this bitch like

Pistols popping, pussies dropping

Niggas copping, bottles popping

Roxies chopping, Oxycontin, word to A$AP Lotto

Live down Collins mobbing slow

Syrup got me throwed, mouth is full of gold

If I overdose, just let em know

Alright, I got hella hoes

[Verse 4 – A$ton Matthews:]

In the function you a soldier

Got that clap clap like the ‘Nolia

When them cets fly off the corner

Lil homie out the window, you’s a goner

When I blow, the gangstas get at me

West side bussing if they come at me

Taking all things and giving no presents

Fuck rapping, word up and you see how shit happens

Drop a deuce, watch you lean low

Got some cholos with the beams on

Got some crip niggas, need this thing gone

But I woo mine, but I knew that

I’m Shawn Michaels with the weapon drawn

Steady swing til your neck is gone

Watch your mouth and the toes that you’re stepping on

This young brick flip Chapo

Raring, cutthroat gang, them choppers flaring, nigga

[Verse 5 – Danny Brown:]

Scary, nigga, bury Swisher

Cause I’m just like fairy sister

Flip it like the… of

It’s the Mr. Black, I’ll hit you niggas, bury niggas

You ain’t fucking with me like Mary, nigga

Your uncle, cousin, brother, best friend carry you, nigga

Since I’m like Uncle Phil in the pool hall

Eight ball in a tube sock, new yacht

Think I had the Glock, got me like a screw shawk

Saw me shut it down if they think we too soft

Ball like Chris Paul, Paul George shot

Playing with afford that grow in my car

Ball like whipping up work on the south

Speaking of Os, know my nigga got hoes

Os, I got hoes

[Chorus]

Asap Mob Full Metal Jacket

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]

A$AP- Guess who just came up

From the land of milk and honey, where the thing bust

Spray the mac 11 till a nigga sprang up

And it’s snakes in the grass but the bitch ain’t cut

That lean n’ that tussin be up in my cup

Slanging that drugs, there’s no stretching no cut

Four gold chains, same color was the slugs

And a chain with a plate saying, “Don’t give a fuck”

[Verse 2: A$AP Twelvyy]

I be on that block, be on that stoop trying to get cash for the coop

Get cash for the coop, got Da$h in the loop

Might spaz on your troop cause that’s what I do

More Fashionable with a bad bitch or two

All of my tools, all of my jewels, man I’m awfully cool

All of these dudes watching all of our moves, I’m off’n these fools

[Verse 3: Da$h]

Henny in my cup, half a blunt in my jaws

Said fuck court, now I’m running from the law

Paid the attorney, I give a fuck about the charge

Think the ho’s Matlock, way to get a nigga off

Feeling like Kurt Cobain, black bitch love cocaine

Learn my tricks from the dope game

Young and high die trying to get rich

R. Kelly really think that I can fly in this bitch?

[Verse 4: A$AP Ant]

Blow in her nose got crack on the stove

House full of girls, who know my flow

Real ass nigga keep the burner in my draws

Pussy ass niggas get the full clip yall

Rich ass nigga house got 8 dogs

2 Times Four Broads thats 8 broads

Fly young nigga with the Black Scale on

She loving my music, she singing my songs

[Verse 5: A$AP Ferg]

Bam, get Halle Berry when I spray them

Dump em in the garbage I would “Losing Issiah” em, “ah damn”

Young Fergy turn into a satan, got you laying dead motherfucker

Better say your prayers, AK them

Braaap In that dirt you be laying

Mama got me crying, won’t you hear that preacher singing

He be singing like, welcome to the crossroads

Bang them, pull the trigger, middle finger when you hear them shots spraying

[Verse 6: A$AP Nast]

Just bought new shoes, that’s Prada

New crib out in Cali smoking maui with my niggas, like I oughta

ASAP remember that, now my niggas about to blow, like propane

Yeah I talk about raf like I talk about rap but it’s only cause I’m flossing

Take it up another notch

See they like our sound, it’s so amazing

They say it costs to be the boss, we done earned our spot

Ya’ll niggas tryna take it

Jock a little bit of steez from the set, but it’s cool

Probably thought I wouldn’t say shit

It’s a recession in the hood, I ain’t going back home

Every dollar, I’mma make it

Won’t stop ’til we ball like the Lakers, bitch

Asap Mob Freestyle

[Intro: ASAP Rocky]

Yo, ASAP here

We ’bout to kill a fucking game

You know who the fuck we are

You know my motherfucking name

I fucked your dame

And she bought me a chain

And a ring

And a pinky ring, bling, bling

And all my niggas here, they about to kill this shit

What you say Nast?

[Verse 1: ASAP Nast]

Hold up dog, Nast in this bitch again

Sipping Hen, I got that white girl from Michigan

She was with a friend, fat ass fly ho

I went in for the kill, ASAP, prime tone

So wait boo, ‘fore we hit your condo

Got another letter from Whiney in Chicago

Whitney love ta model? I’m thinkin’ Minaj

With a truck out front in a Chevy getting Tahoe

Haters all in my face, can’t see, blindfold

Hoes at my feet, blew right by folks

Nuttin’ on sucker niggas is what I was designed for

That fresh, fresh to death, I should have designed clothes

But I’m blessing these tracks, sick flow, swine flu

Y’all ain’t fucking with Nast, I been nice, y’all knew

Haha, nigga that shit times two

I’m who your bitches wanna kick it with, kung-fu

But what, dog? What is you saying?

Nast in this bitch, ho, why is you playing

Like I won’t slay this stage on some gang shit?

Ten-and-two I made him, beat hard, flow hurt ya

Cali swag bitch, snapback, no jerkin’

Fuck work, fuck money in hands, hoes know this

Fast forward, past focus, I’m that on it

One of the best to do, I think not, you bet on it

Giant ass you be lumberjack Paul Bunyon

Hoes love it, lover never put none above it

Wanna hug me tighter than jeans ass sportin’

Carry corpses to cemetaries, that’s very often

Sport fortune, Matchboxes, that awesome

[Verse 2: SPACEGHOSTPURRP]

So what I say, motherfucker

Already know I never been a sucker

See I lust ya, I bought ya

Baby come home, babygirl, what’s your name, Wanda?

Do you wanna get up on me?

Do you wanna bend over?

Do you feel horny?

Do you wanna feel the stroke?

It’s kind of like Facebook when you feel a poke

ASAP, no joke

Raider Clan, all back and we aiming at your throat

[Verse 3: ASAP Rocky]

I wanna rap but the bitches want me, though

D&G briefs fit a nigga like a Speedo

Skinny nudie jeans, though

Boots before they be low

He flow, 100 degrees, the jewels zero

Rockstar rap, he reps Guitar Hero

Leopard Louboutins like Speedo on Steve-O

Charge me on the game, couldn’t pause me on Tivo

Beyonce, the Kanye, I got a big ego

On to that next shit, you looking at the bestest

Married to the game, treat you niggas like my stepkids

Pull up in a Porsche, niggas get nausea

Didn’t write the rules but my status like the author

Just crashed the range, so I pulled the Bent out

Probably getting brains, chilling in the penthouse

Swagging on you maggot and I’m about to lay the pimp down

Christian Louboutin red bottoms come in blends now

On to the next ones, skinny jeans fit in

Pull up to the shows and these hoes know to get in

Said they like my fitted clothes down to my split ends

Little do she know, I got a big ego

Automatic weapon need an order of protection

Feeling all these records so my charges is molesting

Assault with deadly weapons, got these rappers feeling threatened

A hip-hop veteran, I’m a hip-hop felon

[Verse 4: ASAP Twelvy]

It’s a war going on outside and we started it

Believe that or die, nigga, on some martyr shit

All my niggas on the scene like some Sparta shit

And we came to double up on that Harlem shit

We all eating, this is how it’s supposed to go

Stop speaking, this is how you supposed to flow

The ins and out, never win this route

I never lose again, it’s like every day I lose a friend

To some dumb shit, whore and dumb bitch

So a hating nigga, whore cuff wrists

I know a lot of niggas sitting in a cell now

For the shit I’ve done, I’m probably even hell-bound

But it’s cool with me, jacking niggas’ jewelry

I don’t give a fuck about your foolery

Nigga keep a tool with me just to blast at you bitches

Marvelous at the top and our rags to the riches

ASAP, nigga

[Verse 5: ASAP Ferg]

On my Pokemon shit, you already know…

I said, I said, I said

I swear to God I want it all

He gon’ give it to me back

And get on top [?]

Purple label sweats, I swear to God I’m rich

And once I get these many bitches, swear to God I’m in

I be on my fucking shit, tell that shit to God, tell me what God sipping now

Henny, and I’m out here and my dad was in bed

So I down a whole bottle on that bitch with the mink

I go haaaaaaaard

I’m sorry, Mama Ferg, for all of these curse words

But I’m so fucking serious

Shit I’m street, like a curb

And I’m tweaked, like a nerve

And I’m smart, like a nerd

Guess that’s why my last name Ferg

Herb, okay I’ve died in the fucking berg

Yeah my name is Ferg but I’m a fucking terror, ya heard?

Now I’m on some writing shit

You done got yourself in beef

Now you on some Gaga shit

Red line on some Prada shit

Now you want to know the deadline on some Project shit

Black bitch an actor, put em in some toddler shit

Pu-ray you buried then hair dyed like that Robyn bitch

This ain’t no bullshit, I ain’t letting no fools in

See my bitch ride that big thing, you on that little shit

Trying to make noise, you squeaking like a little bit

Put her into that dog, my attitude’s a little Vick

[Verse 6: ASAP Rocky]

Next time my niggas fall back

ASAP Raider Clan and we all blacked out

Tell that bitch get it mapped out

And I fuck a bitch, now she flat out

Chest out, on the fucking floor, never hit it raw

Got a condom and I got a towel by the door

Just in case the smoke go into the hallways

Cause I be smoking weed and fucking all day

This is off the top of the dome, let me introduce my niggas before a nigga go home

We got Ty Beats, the illest producer in the streets

You know he come through with that motherfucking heat

Got Twelvy, motherfucking Twelvy, got a bad bitch, Jewish named Shelby

Got my nigga Nast in the back

Got a snapback to the back, he don’t even know how to act

Got my nigga named Purrp, Spaceghostpurrp, do your bitch real dirt

That’s dirty, little flirty, fucked a bitch named Purdy, did her dirty

Got my nigga named Ferg, what’s the word

And you know he fucking know these verbs, give them to the curb

Got nerve in the bitch, got swerve, better get mine nigga, bitches got nerve

Wait your turn

Peace out, or kiss my ass!

[ASAP Ferg:]

Yeah, kiss my ass too!

[ASAP Nast:]

Suck a nigga dick!

[ASAP Twelvy:]

Kiss my ASAP, nigga!

Asap Mob Coke And White Bitches: Chapter 2

[Verse 1: ASAP Ant]

Chickens on the sink, crack on the stove

Triple beam for the weight, cut the middle man

Tryna get 8 white bitches snorting off the plate

Coke from Columbia, riding ’round in the Benz

Looking like a trap star, flipping raw day and night

Tryna get my money right, naw I ain’t living right

Fucking bitches all night, kick ’em out the next day

Everyday is pay day

Hit me with a half bring it back in two days

Living in Cali by the oceans

Condo got em open, long dick stroke em

I send ’em to the husband, he over there fussing

I’m over here fucking no loving

Puffing on heavenly, rock star 70’s

Slim pants, ripped jeans, Jeremy Scott wings

Bucket hat on lean, counting up cream

Rolling on beans, disobedient with dreams

Tatted from neck to air, bitches they want to stare

Macking with hoes as I pose

Hammer in my drawers, Henny out my pores, as I pour

Hit the blunt, 200 on the dash as I pass

[Hook: ASAP Ant]

Coke and white bitches

Coke and white bitches

Just coke and white bitches

Coke and white bitches

Coke and white bitches

Just coke and white bitches

Coke and white bitches

Coke and white bitches

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]

Snatch a nigga Carties off his face, no burner

Got a Eastside nigga that’ll leave you on Vernor

Burberry belt, yo bitch wanna unbuckle it

Off of 2 lines, now she wanna suck on it

IPhone ringing and it’s all about a profit

Coke and white bitches, nigga that’s the topic

Smoking on them cookies, dropping ashes on the Balmain

Ain’t talking ’bout hooping, when she say ball game

Drinking on a [tall can?], bitch get naked

Told that ho to suck my dick, she said “give me a second”

The mothafuckin’ bruiser put it all in your medula

Hit the poop shooter, shoot it on her soup cooler

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fat Trel]

Okay, let’s talk about alice, mansion out in Dallas

Like to sniff white in my off-white palace

Said she getting married, I love her for her talents

And she love me cause I grind, I grind, I (malice[?])

Sniffing when she wake up, stripping with no makeup

Ecstasy for dinner, I’m a winner, you a pay cut

Skinny white bitches, rich dyke bitches

E’ryday a movie, groupie Lee Spike living

You ain’t got no money cause you need white bitches

White S5 with switches, that’s big business

Living room filled with women, filthy living

Whipping rental whips in the winter, December, nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Gunplay]

Nigga, cocaine connoisseur, white bitch carnivore

You can see I’m high, no need to ponder more

I put my nose to the straw and tear the condom off, I know I’m kinda off

Human bath salt, with a passport

And a cracker ho that give me what I ask for

It’s a party, every bitch here named Molly

‘Til crazy ass Gunplay came and Tec Nined it

Just a thug on drugs, not doing much

So skeed up, man I can’t even nut

Got the bitch jaw sore, ho can’t even grub

Who got the hoes and the blow, I wanna know, hit me up

Asap Mob Bachelor

[A$AP Rocky & Offset:]

Beautiful (Beauty!)

One or two, all of you (Ay!)

How are you, pop a bean (Hey! Bean!)

Chopped and screwed

Double cup, fill me up (Mud! Drank!)

I’m ridding through, Hollywood (Skrt)

Smoking good, I’m on the move (Gang!)

Beautiful (Hey!)

One or two, all of you (Hey!)

How are you, pop a bean (How are you? Bean!)

Chopped and screwed

Double cup, fill me up (Mud! Drank!)

I’m ridding through, Hollywood (Skrt)

Smoking good, I’m on the move (Hey!)

[Offset:]

We live our life like some bachelors

Diamonds on me like a bachelor

Phantom on me like a bachelor

Bitches on me like a bachelor

We live our life like a bachelor

Diamonds on me like a bachelor

Phantom on me like a bachelor

Bitches on me like a bachelor

[Lil Yachty:]

These niggas mad at lil boat

Nautica sign on my clothes

I keep that work for the low

I give a fuck bout a hoe, damn

22 shots to his brain if he stain on my name

Not a joke, not a game

Fuck around and iced up my neck

Do what I need for respect

[MadeinTYO:]

Hop in a whip and cut school

I made that lil bitch straight out the school

You cannot play me, y’all never been full

You cannot play me, y’all never been full

Shawty got friends and I’m pulling up

I’m getting head like a uppercut

They don’t want war they not tough enough

Shawty just told me I’m glowing up

I need that shit it not out yet

I wanna foreign my outfit

Thumbing and dabbing I run it up

Y’all niggas never there, never there

I got yo bitch in my spot again

I’m in Shibuya just stacking Yen

Smoking on gas, don’t fuck with me

Don’t play me lil bitch, I’m not a kid

[A$AP Rocky:]

Take a good look at where a nigga live

Look at the moves a nigga did

Look at the faces, a nigga stare

Flick of the wrist weight lucky here

Regular bitches play hard to get

It’ funny she come but we couldn’t pair

Oh no, he didn’t done took it there

I done somethings that you wouldn’t dare

I need the Dior and Prada suits

I need that Raf and that Gucci too

I need JW Anderson

I should pop Pamela Anderson

Calling her pussy an ambulance

Let me record like the camera man

I’ma zoom in with my camera lens

I’m going in like the Taliban

[A$AP Rocky & Offset:]

Beautiful (Beauty!)

One or two, all of you (Ay!)

How are you, pop a bean (Hey! Bean!)

Chopped and screwed

Double cup, fill me up (Mud! Drank!)

I’m ridding through, Hollywood (Skrt)

Smoking good, I’m on the move (Gang!)

Beautiful (Hey!)

One or two, all of you (Hey!)

How are you, pop a bean (How are you? Bean!)

Chopped and screwed

Double cup, fill me up (Mud! Drank!)

I’m ridding through, Hollywood (Skrt)

Smoking good, I’m on the move (Hey!)

Asap Mob Bath Salt

[Intro]

Ah, it’s a plane, it’s a bird, it’s a zombie, hahaha

[Verse 1: Meech]

The highest high, I’m Ayatollah

Rubber on my dick, allergic to baby strollers

Blue dream, that amazing odor

Ant is a pyrex I’m the coke and the baking soda

Juice be the blue flame that create the whole thing

Rap game, crack game, apparently the same thing

If this was eighty-something I’d be in shell toes

Gucci link fat rings ashy ass elbows

Saving every penny trying to get up out this hell hole

For my super-thugs, hustlin’ up off the jail phone

Life’s a battle fool you better have your weapon drawn

How could I be scared of death, bitch, I’m already gone

Money on my mind, your bitch on my zipper

Breaking up pound after pound, THC on every finger

You gon’ need a boost from God to get as high as me nigga

Excuse me, I meant to say as high as we nigga

[Bridge]

Flatbush Zombie, A$AP Mobbin

Hit a killswitch and put an end to any problem

[Verse 2: Juice]

Hash and weed, hash in a bong

Got weed by the ton, got blow by the load

If you wanna get throwed, A$AP Ant got the po-tion

Three fly ass bitches with we

Double-cupped them double D’s

Hi-high nigga, hi-high livin’

Three young ass niggas running shit, no slippin’

Gotta know the game, gotta know the lane, gotta know the pain

No handouts, ain’t shit easy

Dark shades, on my Eazy-E

Got bitches on my mini-me

And you niggas in the rap game can’t relate

I’m real pimpin’, no fornicating

Fuck what you heard, I’m goin’ ape

Smokin Grape Ape, fuck your mixtape, that’s a weed plate

Zombie style

A$AP, never mind these clowns

I love brain, zombie style, never mind these clouds

[Interlude: A$AP Ant]

Juice pass me the weed, Meech where the acid at?

A$AP Ant in this bitch, uh

[Verse 3: A$AP Ant]

I’m a demon triple beaming, painting pictures rapin’ Mona Lisa

Blood sheets, creepin for the panties

With the collar danny’s

Killin bitches sniffin’ panties

Willy wonka candy semen

Three niggas, one bitch, one clip

One brain dead girl

Off your mind leave your brains on your moms

Razor blades dipped in bleach

Tear your skin to pieces

Dump the body in Tennessee

Highway getaway OJ bronco

Cap it baby drive em off the bridge

Look into my eyes, vivid tears

I see fear, ya’ll some fuckin’ queers

Grow a fuckin’ pair, I’m ‘posed to be here

‘Posed to be dead, overdosed on shrooms

Let’s cruise, drive by on site

Ride like a bike, for my zombie homies kill tonight

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]

A$AP niggas we aliens

Cold-blooded nigga, reptilian

Acid, acid, ambiens

Only fuck a bitch if she lesbian

Trill niggas run the city, got the key on lock

Juice got the juice, nigga Meech gon’ pop

Addie in the Caddy with the heat on cock

When a Mac go (blakk) cuz the beef don’t stop, nigga

My name is, that pretty motherfucker

From the land of the lost of the gully and the gutta

See the Preds made a toast for the honey and the butter

Only die for two things, that’s my money and my mother, motherfucker!

Niggas know my name, did I stutter?

Niggas know me, man I keep it one hunna

I’m a stunna

Hood By Air for the summer

Toast to the God and it cost nine hunna

So-so ru-run up if you wanna

Mac in the backpack, right by the Macbook

And I rep that Harlem

And my Zombie niggas straight out of Flatbush

Asap Mob Choppas On Deck

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]

Medusa faces turn me into stone

Versace killas and Raff murdering Dior hoes

My skinny niggas fuckin’ bring the chrome

The only thing I’m killin’ is a microphone, now let my little niggas take you home

One straight to the dome, better ring the alarm, Fergy’s home

Ever taste the chrome? Way far from a silver spoon

Sing yo lullabies, watch yo mother and yo brother cry

Fuck yo sister brains, cause a mental homicide

Mothafuck yo life, fuck yo family nigga, fuck yo wife

I be down for life (A$AP) those my brothers for life

Big money, talk to me knots, talk to me nice or don’t talk to me at all

Grippin’ that MAC now he grippin’ the floor, rat-tat-tat-tat let it split through yo jaw

Laid on your back, whispering Lord, then he couldn’t see his death

Berettas under the leather, he couldn’t see this Tec

Teflon vest for those who test

A bunch of niggas gettin’ throwed, call me Jazzy Jeff

[Hook: x2]

I got these choppas on deck, and the 9 is on deck

And the Llamas on deck, just in case you ain’t heard what I said

I got these choppas on deck, and the 9 is on deck

And the Llamas on deck, just in case you ain’t heard what I said

[Verse 2:]

I’m drowning these niggas, no coroner with me, in Vitamin Water like Formula 50

I’m pipin’ yo daughter mothafucka come get me, one clip to the brain, gone in a jiffy

I’m pipin’ yo dame, cum on her titties, beef lo mein all in a?

Oodles and noodles hangin’ out his fitted, somebody done died, who knows who done did it

Somebody gon’ ride, bangin’ with the Smith’n, now it’s Men in Black, I will Will Smith him

Semi-automac, brrat it will lift him, preacher gon’ sing, momma gon’ listen

He was on that bullshit, Jordan on Pippen, so I had to pull shit, feeling so tempting

Rocks on his socks, Shawshank Redemption, somebody gon’ die, who know who done did it

[Hook x2]

Asap Mob Blowin’ Minds

[Chief Keef:]

All new watch that bitch blow minds

When we show up, you know it’s showtime

I don’t skateboard but I’m on my grind

Hundred thousand all hundreds it’ll blow a bitch mind

When I was in the jungle we was blowin 9s

Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time

And you know I gotta cross the finish line

You can’t stand me bitch, sit it down

When we in the field, it’s a touchdown

And you know your bitch is a bustdown

She gon turn around and get turnt down

Hopped up in a foreign car then I burnt out

[A$AP Rocky:]

I don’t waste time on the FaceTime

R.I.P the pussy, leave her face down

Two best friends at the same time

Two best friends at the same time

Flava Flav clock by my waist line

I find it funny how she blow time

For a lil mama, cause she hold it down

Nickname her Karma cause she go around

When she come around and I fuck around

Write a couple bars, I better blow your mind

Nelly with the pins, I don’t bowl around

Mercedes Benz, I roll around

Like 80 bands, when I roll around

[Chief Keef:]

All new watch, that bitch blow minds

When we show up, you know it’s showtime

I don’t skateboard, but I’m on my grind

Hundred thousands, all hundreds it’ll blow a bitch mind

When I was in the jungle, we was blowing nines

Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time

And you know I gotta cross the finish line

You can’t stand me bitch, sit it down

[Playboi Carti:]

In the hellcat, yeah, burning out

Let the window down, yeah, air it out

Lay a nigga down, yeah, lay him down

Imma hit that bitch with a hundred rounds

All my bitches bad, and they poking out

Pull up with them nuts, yeah, I’m Aston now

Aston Martin coupe, yeah, cashing out

All black Rollie, yeah, bustdown

[Chief Keef:]

All new watch, that bitch blow minds

When we show up, you know it’s showtime

I don’t skateboard, but I’m on my grind

Hundred thousands, all hundreds it’ll blow a bitch mind

[A$AP Nast:]

What’s the word

I just saw your hoe up on the strip, and she look thirsty

Gave that hoe my number, told her call me up for certain

Yeah, I know what’s it’s worth

Give that pussy up, and if it’s wet

I’ll buy a purse ([A$AP Rocky:] don’t be trickin)

Ridin in my Merz

Seat way back, pumpin new Lil Uzi Vert, aye

Diamonds dance like Carlton

You can see them through my shirt, aye

Flexin’ on these niggas, know they see me and they hurt

(Flex) Flexin’ on these niggas, I be with them geeks

But make one phone call, you get hit up (bow, bow, bow)

[Chief Keef:]

All new watch, that bitch blow minds

When we show up, you know it’s showtime

I don’t skateboard, but I’m on my grind

Hundred thousands, all hundreds it’ll blow a bitch mind

When I was in the jungle, we was blowing nines

Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time

And you know I gotta cross the finish line

You can’t stand me bitch, sit it down