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

Asap Mob Coziest

[A$AP Twelvyy & Zack:]

I ain’t no joke, (yeah)

I ain’t half steppin’ (hey)

Gotta keep it ‘way (hey)

Why you asking questions (say)

You an adolescent (yeah)

I’m a bigger homie (yeah)

Keep the trigger homie (yeah)

Keep the figure homie (yeah)

Feel like Jason Figgis (hey)

All the crazy niggas (hey)

Goin’ crazy brazy (hey)

Product uh the 80s (hey)

Pulled up in a Phantom (hey)

Pulled up in a Vincent (yeah)

All the bitches dancing (yeah)

All my diamonds dancing (yeah)

All my hoes here (K)

Pull up over there (yeah)

Probably pop a bottle (shit)

Probably pop a model (yeah)

How a nigga do it (yeah)

We ain’t new to this, (yeah)

We just true to this (hey)

Bitches want the chest[?] (yeah)

I’m the coziest staying Coogi down to the socks

Where your homies went niggas probably buying back the block

Bring a hundred in talking ’bout we buying up the stocks

Call the homies up, count it up we load it to the dock

I’m the coziest, they ain’t Coogi downs to the socks

Where your homies went niggas probably buying back the block

Bring a hundred in talking ’bout we buying up the stocks

Call the homies up, count it up and load it to the dock

[A$AP Twelvyy:]

Mix Egyptian cotton with the Murakami

Arcade in my kitchen TVs in my lobby

Got a dozen sections buying em all projections

Cozy boy be flexing I ain’t never resting

Always at my leisure crib got special features

Everywhere a station everywhere a speaker

Spacious so exquisite TP with the heater

Tree house on the roof I gotta take a breather

I’m the coziest staying Coogi down to the socks

Where your homies went niggas probably buying back the block

Bring a hundred in talking ’bout we buying up the stocks

Call the homies up, count it up we load it to the dock

I’m the coziest, they ain’t Coogi downs to the socks

Where your homies went niggas probably buying back the block

Bring a hundred in talking ’bout we buying up the stocks

Call the homies up, count it up and load it to the dock

All I count is hunnids

All I see is green

Is the money saying

Life is but a dream

All I count is hunnits

All I want is hunnits

All I see is green

Did it for my team

I’m the coziest staying Gucci down to the socks

Where your homies went niggas probably buying back the block

Bring a hundred in talking ’bout we buying up the stocks

Call the homies up, count it up we load it to the dock

I’m the coziest, they ain’t Gucci downs to the socks

Where your homies went niggas probably buying back the block

Bring a hundred in talking ’bout we buying up the stocks

Call the homies up, count it up and load it to the dock

Asap Mob Bangin On Waxx

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]

Yea

It’s that motherfucking Ferg

Sipping that Persian wine

Egyptian god, Dark Caesar line

Talk to me nice or don’t talk to me at all, big money shit

Yea

All of these bitches is on me [x15]

All of my bitches is rocking Givonny

Yea

Talk to me nice or don’t talk to me at all

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]

This that fucking nigga, Fergen-stein

And I’m finna shine ‘cause a nigga on his grind

Sipping that lean and I’m finna lose my fucking mind

Kissing codeine and I fucking commit crime

See ya hear me? Niggas know with me! Bobby, Whitney, spit that crack

Got that Mac, in the back of the Acura black

As matter of fact, get them facts, right

Coming through with the fucking gun or the knife

Do you want your wife, do you want your life, tell me nigga

And I got that heater, you know that Tommy Hilfiger

[Interlude: A$AP Ty Beats]

Ty Beats the god

A$AP Ferg the god

We A$AP

Talk to me nice or don’t talk to me at all

Big money

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]

Herringbone on my neck, bulletproof my vest

Shawty get in my legs, she about to give me s-s-s-sex

‘Cause of my Rolex, giving me dope neck

Back to the studio, now she fucking the homie, eh

[Interlude: A$AP Nast]

Nasty baby, nigga crack in the sock 90s nigga

Uh

[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]

What a mothafuckin’ day

Nasty back and I’m strapped with that mothafuckin’ A-K

Got this crack up in my, sock

And these coppers on my dick, they tryna catch me on the fucking block

Ra-ta-tat when I, squirt

I don’t give a damn about yo life so I’ma lay you in this fucking dirt

Now get in my hearse, should have got him a purse, niggas is pussy

I said it don’t push me, I’m all on my grind and they can’t overlook me

I style in my Stussy, hoes wanna do he

Like him in a suit be, come get at this coochie, I’m smelling like “ooo wee”

Rubbing yo booty while I’m smoking a loosie in my jacuzzi

I told that bitch, if you feel it, might be woozie, come and see me

I can hit it in a, in a movie, then I’m leaving

Out to my city, where I be breezing, I come through sneezing

Up on that track just how I do it, I’m speaking the fluent

You talking that shit, I’m one of the new kids, just spitting up fluid

Bitch

Asap Mob Bahamas

[Lil Yachty:]

Uh, Lil Boat

Aye, aye

Ain’t never been to Bahamas, nah

I done fucked multiple mamas

I done count multiple commas

We brought in multiple llamas

Rapping all smooth, rapping all smooth

Wrap it up smooth like Osama

It’s not what they say, it’s ’bout what they do

And trust me, they don’t want the drama, nah

Ain’t never been to Bahamas

I done fucked multiple mamas

I done count multiple commas

We brought in multiple llamas

Rapping all smooth, rapping all smooth

Wrap it up smooth like Osama

It’s not what they say, it’s ’bout what they do

And trust me, they don’t want the drama, nah

I stay with that Uzi like Drama

I stay with the Uzi for drama

I stay in the cut with piranhas

My bitch bad and boujee, Katana

I hit multiple drops of Cassandra

We having sex in the sauna

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

Nigga talk down, that’s a uppercut

[Key!:]

Bow, shut up, hey

Get you some money and run it up

Fucking your bitch, she ain’t fun enough

Smoking a blunt when I nut in her, face

Huh, can’t hit my weed, ay

Can’t water my seed, hey

Can’t play in my garden, hey

Bitch, beg your pardon, hey

2-2-3, Harden, hey

Ooh, that’s James

She don’t want you ’cause you lame

I’m up, she’d rather fuck with us, yeah

[A$AP Rocky:]

Bank room, bank room

Jiggy nigga comin through, talk yo shit

I ain’t never been to Bahamas

A nigga done been to Milano

Met with your favorite designer

Gucci show with Alessandro

Your sis give me head on recliners

Your wife wanna throw me vagina

I fuck on your aunt, ya mama

Got syrup like Aunt Jemima

Like the Maple Leaf, take a peek

Get to the bread like a bakery

Wait on me, wait for me

Soon as we fuck, get away from me

Paper plate or fine china, Benihana, McDonalds

Hit up Empanada Mamas, eat at delis or in diners

Who’s that peeking through the window?

Got the chopper boutta blind us

Couldn’t pick me out of a line up

Niggas psyching like Ewonda

Spaz fast, get to the bag

Look at the digital dash

Little bitch frivolous, nigga just hit that shit

Get to it, get in it, just trying to live a bit

[A$AP Ferg:]

New shades, Gosha

Got me looking like a Beatle

Up in London like a Beatle

This ain’t Puma, this Needles

Ain’t never been to Bahamas

But my chain’s so lavish

TMZ be clacking, while they’re counting my karats

Louis Vuitton, straight from Kim Jones

“Ballin” like Jim Jones (ballin!)

You cannot come in my zone

Woah, Dior boys in Paris

Chilling with Kris Van Assche

White model bitch with ass

[Schoolboy Q:]

Let a Groovy nigga in it, six cars, nigga winning

Big crib, tennis court, half a million in the Porsche

Got a chopper on the porch, backyard the Bahamas

Palms trees and recliners, got a Rollie for my mama

Dime piece give me nana, got a 9, nigga what

Third strike in the bush, couple grand on the front

Fell in love in the gut, four mil’ in a month

Your career in a trunk, last album, nigga was

Whole aisle full of duds, album cover for the buzz

Put the Rollie in the bust, money talking, nigga hush

Hit the plug, nigga walked off, split the mil, nigga all four

Flippin’ hoes, nigga what for? Batman in the Audo

[Smooky MarGielaa:]

I never been to Bahamas

A nigga done been to the projects

I used to catch licks in pajamas

Now I pull up in some Prada

Margielaa man, cop a pair every weekend

Bad bitch, she says she’s Puerto Rican

Ice cold, diamonds look at me freezing

A hunnid bands, spend that shit up in Niemans

Bring them goons out

Pull up with them drugs and Smith & Wessons

It’s a shoot out

Taking trips, I can’t even hardly go to school now

I’m getting rich

Bout to go and cop a Bentley coupe now

I’m spraying shit

Super soaker then dive in the pool now

[A$AP Twelvvy:]

I ain’t never been to Bahamas

I ain’t never broken a promise

I got a glock and a llama

I’m on the block with Obama

I’m on the coast with a goddess

There’s no way to find us, no way to find us

I’m on a boat to the tropics

Holding deposits, bulging my pockets

Asap Mob Black Mane

[Intro]

Uh, Alright

Nast

Bitch!

[Hook: A$AP Nast]

Black man, white world

Blonde Spanish bitch, fucked her ‘til her toes curl

Uh, got a body like Buffie though

I get on that and ride it like a Huffy ho [x2]

[Verse 1: A$AP Nast]

What’s that Nast? Look like a Uzi

Long dick nigga, bitches love to screw me

Niggas hating oh, tell them niggas sue me

Say it to my face, rip ‘em like some loose leaf

Smoking on that loosie (why) ‘cause life’s a bitch

Still won’t wife the bitch, one night the bitch like psych I’m rich

Flow magic sick, fuck a cure nigga

Swagger dope, Colombian coke pure nigga

You’se a lil’ nigga, eat your Wheaties ho

Nast been eating, fuck it greedy flow

Fuck these fake thugs, call ‘em CB4

Snakes in my grass and I watch ‘em like where my TVs ho

New York I represent it, when have you seen me don’t

Say I ain’t New York, bitch you see me wrong

Where the drugs at, you gon’ see me zone

In the booth nigga, I call that shit my home

[Hook]

[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]

Hater break ya neck, bitch I’m on my Busta shit

Hoes are super sneaky, that’s why I never trust a bitch

ASAP to my niggas, grind hard cause that pays off

And fuck you to them haters who love they job and never take days off

Until that choppa buck, tip they frame, and knock they face off

Big blunt of that kush got me feeling like I’m Loso

‘Cause I don’t see nobody, it’s like these niggas went ghost yo

Ok, she make that booty jump, like she down with Kris Kross

Rebel socialite, shout my nigga Kristoff

Swagger shot it right, got these niggas pissed off

And they mad cause I get chips yo, oh they shining through them thangs

Always Strive And Prosper gang and my click is iller, we run this mane

Damn eat, and we hunters mane, hunt ya down and that gun go bang

Headshot from that cannon dog, real shots no fronting mane

Gun-toting so bitch you know, young niggas run everything

Black man in this white world, [?]

[Hook]

Asap Mob Frat Rules

[Playboi Carti:]

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

These hoes not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

These hoes not fucking, not coming

Pull up and we drumming

Pull up and we drumming

Pull up and we stunting

Pull up and we stunting

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

These hoes not fucking, not coming

[A$AP Rocky & Big Sean:]

All the hoes that you call are not coming

She know if she not fucking, she truckin’

All of the bitches I fuck are not common

Guaranteed if I fuck her she cumming

If I’m in the room please don’t come in

I beat the pussy like it need production

And all she want from me is reproduction

(Gotta ask) “Why’d she leave her husband?”

Heard he called up yelling, tweaking, fussing

Talkin’ ’bout “it’s gon’ be repercussions!”

I remember last, last nigga, nigga tried to run up

Got like three concussions

Do you know what you in for?

They copy copy like 10-4

Keep the money ’cause I been poor

All your jewelry like tin foil

Please don’t tell your friends where we shopping at

I swear this shit gon’ turn into an in-store (straight up)

Fuck you need another man for?

Talking to her like a mentor

Talking to her like a nigga Yoda

And she say “I love you”, I’m like “Hold up, hold up, hold up”

Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up)

(Hit her, hit her with the back up) Back up (colder) shoulder

[Playboi Carti:]

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

These hoes not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

These hoes not fucking, not coming

Pull up and we drumming

Pull up and we drumming

Pull up and we stunting

Pull up and we stunting

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

These hoes not fucking, not coming

[Big Sean & A$AP Rocky:]

Now every time we in this bitch

You acting like you owe me favors

Acting like you with the shits

But fronting on the homies later

Look, I could tell you’re under pressure, baby time to ease up

Young and living single, like your roommate Khadijah

My apologies, why I gotta be

Misogynistic every time we kick it?

Every time I visit something’s different

And every time I leave you know you miss it

Don’t be crying on my shoulder every time I’m coming over

Talking ’bout a popcorn and soda, Netflix and chill

When you home alone with no Macaulay Culkin

Sex game had her going crazy

Now I got her ass calling all the time

And I wish I never met her, Carl Thom’

Driving down my street like it’s the Autobahn

Getting loud, setting off the car alarms

Here put on my chain, baby you need to chill

Give it some time, baby, let it rebuild

Quit running your nose through the Beverly Hills

[Playboi Carti:]

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

These hoes not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

These hoes not fucking, not coming

Pull up and we drumming

Pull up and we drumming

Pull up and we stunting

Pull up and we stunting

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

Bitches not fucking, not coming

These hoes not fucking, not coming

Asap Mob Feels So Good

[A$AP Nast:]

Yuh, I can’t relate, uh, yuh (no)

To none of you rappers are actors

I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy)

Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face)

Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank

Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (bling blaww-blaww)

Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad

I had to go buy her a mink, *whoosh* (mink, ayy)

Fuck what you think, yuh (fuck what you, fuck what you think)

Yeah, ’cause me and the money in love, I think I’ma buy it a ring

[A$AP Ant:]

My diamond’s shinin’, yours cloudy

Diamond’s ice, play hockey

Lean got me feelin’ drowsy

Stripper bih, she work at Follies

Meet me at the hotel lobby

Air Max, runnin’ to the money

You ain’t takin’ nothin’ from me

And I’m gon’ die ’bout it

[A$AP Rocky:]

(Focus) From demons, distractions

To all the reactions of fame

She probably collapsin’ her heart over taxes

I’m blowin’ a kiss on the way

Production big, can’t fit on a stage

Too many fans to fit in the crowd

Too many bands to get ’em on stage

Screwin’ his band, his rhythm on stage

I say in advance, so pay in advance

I’m way too advanced to figure him out

I set the bar, don’t give ’em a break

The bar’s too high to give it a raise

A flow, like God, so give him a raise

Stones I got, I get ’em appraised

Draw my Glock and get him erased

Slow you, God, I give it away

[A$AP Nast:]

Yuh, I can’t relate, uh, yuh (no, no)

To none of you rappers are actors

I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy)

Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face)

Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank

[A$AP Ferg:]

Niggarace, new Versace

Sippin’ sake with my posse (yeah, ah)

Eat that pussy like hibachi

Leave it wet, that dick Dasani (ah, alright)

Salvador Dalí, her body (yeah)

It’s a work of art, you copy? (yeah, Ferg)

Nigga, all she do pilates

I go hard, you rappers copy (ooh, damn)

[A$AP Rocky:]

‘Cause it feels so good when it’s you

And it feels so good when it’s new

‘Cause it feels so good when it’s new (ayy)

Why you actin’ like you ain’t knew?

[A$AP Ferg:]

Niggarace, new Versace

I be mobbin’ with my posse

Stretch that coochie like pilates

I’m gon’ eat it like hibachi

Play no game, no Tamagotchi

Finger froze like Liberace

Fuck that bitch, I make her knot me

While I rep Trilluminati

[A$AP Twelvyy:]

Yah, oh, right

Pelle Pel, butter soft, we was in ’em lobbies

Holla holla, steady mobbin’, only God can stop me, huh

Dollar signs, a lot of diamonds, I’m about to sign me

Cop a Tommy, yeah, the Tommy

Thousand band like Fauni, yeah

All in the forest, hey

Lookin’ for porridge, hey

Ricky in storage, fresh with the chorus

Dressed like a tourist, hey, yeah

That’s with the bomber, huh

Fuck up some commas, hey, hmm

Glock for the drama, hey

Do what I want, fuck when I wanna…

[A$AP Rocky:]

‘Cause it feels so good when it’s you

And it feels so good when it’s new

‘Cause it feels so good when it’s new (ayy)

Why you actin’ like you ain’t knew?

[A$AP Nast & A$AP Ferg:]

(Niggarace) Yuh, I can’t relate, uh, yuh (no)

To none of you rappers are actors

I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy)

(Niggarace) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face)

Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank

Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (bling blaww-blaww)

Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad

I had to go buy her a mink, [*whoosh*] (mink, ayy)

Fuck what you think, yuh (fuck what you, fuck what you think)

Yeah, ’cause me and the money in love, I think I’ma buy it a ring

Yuh (what?)