Asap Rocky Buck Shots

[A$AP Rocky:]

I ain’t scared

Real niggas put the clip in and let it go

Real niggas wanna run real

Real (buck shot)

Real niggas from the roll real (buck shot)

Real niggas from the M

Real niggas from the home (buck shot)

Homeboy you ain’t know (buck shot)

Had a bitch suckin’ on a lollipop at the bus stop

Green Glock, red Glock (buck shot)

They ain’t really ready for me when I (buck shot)

They ain’t really ready for me when I (buck shot)

What’s a blood clot

Niggas know not what nigga what not (yeah)

From the fort Fort Knox this ain’t Fortnite nigga get your shit rocked nigga

Buck shot (uh uh) (buck shot)

And my pictures like a mugshot (uh)

And all my bitches got buttshots [*laughing*]

[Playboi Carti:]

Buttshots left this man dead in the damn lot

Gettin’ cash pourin’ up the wok (yeah)

Pourin’ on the fuckin’ clock

Yeah, buttshots everybody in this bitch got a mugshot

Hold up, hold up

Mugshot now they on your block

Bitch I’m off a bean and this damn wok

[A$AP Rocky:]

Got a clip and it’s full (buck shot)

Leave a motherfucker in the pants (buck shot)

Man I was grown up since a young blood (buck shot)

Now I’m bussin’ off shots ( yeah they-yeah they buck shot)

Back in my younger days all I want was braise

All my mama want from me was graze (buck shot)

They ain’t really ready for me when I (buck shot)

[Playboi Carti:]

One stop get some drugs and a damn Glock

Hold up

[Smooky MarGielaa:]

(Oh)

Got the bullets aimin’ at your head top

AK-47 try to run up and we send shots (pew pew)

Walkin’ with my chains out on a opp block

I was drippin’ jewels don’t try to run up you get dropped off (yeah huh)

Pull up flexin’ with the top down

I was gang with some baddies on a yacht now (yeah)

Bought a brand new Mulsanne, Gucci down now

Nigga you ain’t in my lane you a clown now (yeah)

Keep the semi tucked, nigga what you want now (yeah)

Bought a brand new gun its gon’ catch you up (yeah)

Simons on my feet, I stay feet up (yeah)

Watch me pull up on the scene nigga T’d up (yeah)

Buck shot

Buck shot

Buck shot

End’s with a buck shot

Asap Rocky Distorted Records

Uh, uh

I can feel the bass, from the ceiling to the basement

I don’t feel a thing, get the fuck up out my face, bitch

I don’t feel a thing, yeah I’m faded, yeah I’m shaded

I don’t feel a thing, I can feel the bass, I can feel the bass

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted records

First things first, I done heard the worst things

Like if I’m in your top 10, mine’s better be the first name

Out your mouth, ain’t even worth saying

Little niggas is my offsprings

They deserve a nigga’ first name, middle name, surname

From another planet, birthplace

Cloud 9, hello earthlings

My newest president an asshole

I guess that’s why I’m leaving turd stains

My ex used to chill with bad tings

All they talk about was bird things

Try to put them on the bad brains

Foreign hoes got the fur brains

Everything I do groundbreak

Big body make the floor break

Big bass make the world shake

Flacko out here causing earthquakes

I can feel the bass, uh, I can see the fakes

Word to T.D. Jakes, uh, word to Pastor Ma$e and Kirk Franklin

Fuck what niggas think, I’m about the bank

Comma, dollar signs, I’m about my Franklins, I can feel the bass

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted records

Asap Rocky 1 Train

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]

Feeling like a vigilante or a missionary

Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready

Send ’em to the cemetary with obituaries

Don’t be scared, nigga, is you ready?

I’ve been thinking ’bout all the O’s in my bank account

X the O’s in my bed is ’round the same amount

Ever since this new star fame came about

Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin’ out

Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang

Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang

Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling

(I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 train

Bag made of Goyard, cheffin’ like I’m Boyar-

Dee, probably selling D in your local courtyard

Braids like I’m O-Dog, my la familia go hard

Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got ‘proached at

With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard

I roll past and I blaze y’all like, “DOO DOO!” I hate y’all

When the beef cooked, I ate y’all like, “Mmm mmm,” let’s play ball

In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold

My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone

That banana clip, straight from the rip

I’ll make that shirt say RIP, I’m on some shit

If I’m not the hottest then Hell must’ve froze over

You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was

I carry traits of a traumatized soldier

Don’t look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya

Spine right out of place, give me dap like you ‘posed ta

Darts at your posters, dark nights like this

I metamorph like I’m ‘posed ta, I might slice my wrist

Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]

Barely even conscious, talking to my conscience

Gettin’ deeper in these flows like conches

I’m on my convict, don’t drop bars, I drop prisons

Don’t sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms

Somehow bypassed the bias and the -isms

The violence and the killin’, so given

They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign’ance

Unfortunately I am not that type of niglet

But pass the pot let me skillet

Just got back to the block from a 6 o’clock with Jigga

And I’m thinkin’ ’bout signin’ to the Roc

But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks

And I swear it hurt me soul

I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt their sales

Like you’re only gon’ end up either dead or in jail

But you my nigga, wish you the best for real

[Verse 4: Yelawolf]

When you mention my name amongst other white rappers

Or for that matter, any fuckin’ rapper, fuck it

Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch diggin’

Burger flippin’, eat, sleep, shittin’ human bein’, you would be in

Trouble to body double or couple me to these others

Cause comparatively speakin’, my reach is beyond the bubble

That they put me in, my vision’s beyond the Hubble’s

I huddle with Nubians, new beginning again

You in school at 10, late, Radioactive’s goin’ gold

And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying duck

If I’m applyin’ love to my rhymin’ plus alignin’ us?

Alabama’s climbin’ up, wait, no I don’t give a

Flying duck, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow!

Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot

Ain’t never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze

And thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

[Verse 5: Danny Brown]

Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties

And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries

Antsy cause I’m high like Michael Jackson penny loafers

Moonwalkin’ on the sun, barefoot, with shades on

Bitch pussy smell like a penguin

Wouldn’t hit that shit with my worst enemy’s penis

Bitch when I say this I mean this: “Ho, I’m the meanest”

Dick so big, stretch from Earth to Venus

That molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch

Lawless, obnoxious, on that “suck my cock” shit

That is my synopsis, ostrich pot shit

Hoes on some God shit, stop it! You not this!

Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward

Cryin’ tears of vodka prima donna at the concert

Adonis smokin’ chronic ’bout to vomit gin and tonic

Just bein honest, tell me, isn’t that ironic?

[Verse 6: Action Bronson]

Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860

A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake with me

The moon’s reflection off the lake hit me

You should’ve stayed with me

Now many Asian bitches lay with me

The face is silky like a tablecloth

My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse

Red roses drop on boxes very often

Confetti torture, drinking Henny like I’m Kenny Lofton

Outstandin’

I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling

You see us scrambling, selling Susan Sarandon

The cloud of smoke like the phantom

Damn this shit tastes like fantastic

You see me comin’ through in each state

Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake

Cuffed to my wrist I’ve got the briefcase

The gavel slam, I’m a free man, try not to eat ham

[Verse 7: Big K.R.I.T.]

Big KRIT, shawty

Spit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep

Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the ‘Lac with flats

After that, bottles I can’t pronounce, like, “How you ask for that?”

Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?

All I had was rap, when all they had was wack

All I wanted was love, all they had was dap

Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and cherish your wins

The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm slap a bitch

Walk the plank or break a bank, I’ve been in the business of sinkin’ ships

Chokin’ niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with

Resuscitations cost the label, I’m taxing if you want a hit

Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here

Been a killer, ‘86er, nigga, that’s my born year

Get the fuck from ‘round here, that’s just my country ways

Suckin’ on your momma’s titty, bitchin’ while I was choppin’ blade

Grippin’ grain, fuckin’ hoes, candy paint like Everglades

Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass

I put that on my sub, how could you ever doubt me?

Most rappers hoping the world end so they won’t have to drop another album

B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can’t you?

In order to come up close, you’ll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too

Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past

Fuck your Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey’s ass

That’s out of line, but in living color?

I’m more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist