Asap Rocky Cocky

[Gucci Mane:]

Huh?

We got London On Da Track

It’s Guwop

[A$AP Rocky:] Huh?

[Gucci Mane:] It’s Gucci

[21 Savage:]

21, 21

Huh?

[Gucci Mane & 21 Savage:]

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

[21 Savage & A$AP Rocky:]

I got so many M’s in my bank account, I can’t even count ’em

Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can’t even mount ’em

Too many zeros with ‘Sace pillows in my Phantoms

Too many bad bitches, I don’t cuff ’em, I just hand them (21)

Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don’t got time to lay up

Met my accountant at Ruth’s Chris, she told me that I’m way up (21)

I already back for seconds, I ain’t even clean my plate up

Ran me up a hunned M’s and then I put my bay up (21)

Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal

I ain’t take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)

All my diamonds carrots, dem lil’ pointers be two lil’

Glaziers in my ear, I need a cup, they ’bout to spill

[Gucci Mane:]

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky

[A$AP Rocky:] Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I feel like I’m Rocky

[A$AP Rocky (?):]

Huh?

How you gone play D, you can’t even take D

Too many fake me’s

Way too many fake daps, way too many fake ‘$APs

And I put it on me and I want another ring

Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve ’em like the other team (skrt)

You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)

Ballin’ in some Dungarees

Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?

For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league

Heard you the nigga overseas, but that’s only overseas

I’m the one who oversees shit, “Oh man, it’s him again”

I’m up in the rim, they the raided M&M’s

Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands

My girlfriend got a little friend

All the way on the other end

‘Cause she don’t deal with the middle man

Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes

Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)

[Gucci Mane:]

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (yeah)

[A$AP Rocky:]

Just pass me the rock and watch him go

Just run me the play and let me know

With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)

I ain’t gotta say it ’cause they know (woo)

[Gucci Mane:]

Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fuckin’ flashy

He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray

So, so deaf to these suckers, I’m like JD in ’03

My hoe said that I’m too cocky, I don’t play nothin’ but me

These girls got nothing to show you, I’ll give you something to see

These dudes keep comin’ up short like they a pair of capris

Don’t group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin’ me

Them dudes ain’t got nothin’ on me, I got a money disease

I’m too cold for these suckers, they ain’t got more money than me

I wear my mink in the summer when it’s one-hundred-three (burr)

I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me

I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she’s to tiny for me

She’s my way out the highway, you either like or leave

This Rollie cost us the G’s, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)

When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme

A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine

It’s Guwop

[Gucci Mane:]

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (it’s Gucci)

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (Wizop)

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (damn)

[Young Thug:] We got London On Da Track

Asap Rocky 5IVE $TAR$

[A$AP Rocky:]

Uh, uh

[A$AP Rocky (DRAM):]

Pour the soda in the Wockhardt

Paint the picture like pop art

Boy, you sweeter than Pop-Tart

Say I’m pretty like Leon

Her chest beatin’ like five hearts

Popcorn in the Klondike

Carhartt where my car parked

Just come and get me when it’s my part

Gave the Uber-man five stars

Left the restaurant, five stars

I was fuckin’ with a five star

She done fucked about five stars, sidebar

Pull off, all the kids fightin’ like, “That’s my car”

Calvin and Raf (Calvin and Raf) now out of stock (now out of stock)

They don’t know Flacko, grippin’ the wop (Flacko)

I do what I want (do what I want, want), I’m sippin’ the Wock (yeah)

I’m showin’ my teeth off

Two thousand in rocks

[DRAM:]

My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)

If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)

[A$AP Rocky:]

I pull up and walk

Sippin’ the Wock

I pull up in what?

Sippin’ the Wock

New Prada bag (new Prada bag)

Brown butterscotch (brown butterscotch)

They don’t know Flacko (they don’t know Flacko)

I’m grippin’ the wop (woo, I’m grippin’ the wop)

I do what I want (do, do, do what I want)

I’m sippin’ the Wock (Wock)

I modeled for Dior

Gucci down to the socks (down to the socks)

Bitches gon’ fuck

Womens gon’ flock

Throwin’ me box

Givin’ me top

You must’ve forgot

This nigga’s colossal

My bitch is a model

Gettin’ the guap, gettin’ the guap

Do what I want (uh, uh, do what I want)

Sippin’ a lot (lot, lot)

I’ve been trippin’ a lot (lot, lot)

Got a script from the doc (script from the doc)

I just fibbed to the cops (fibbed to the cops)

I don’t talk to the 12 (talk to the 12)

I don’t snitch to the cops (snitch to the cops)

I forget shit a lot, word

[DRAM:]

My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)

If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)

[A$AP Rocky:]

I pull up and walk

Sippin’ the Wock

I pull up in what?

Sippin’ the Wock

I used to sip Actavis

They manufactured it

Sippin’ these [?]

Got lean in my mattresses

I pull up and walk

Sippin’ the Wock

I pull up in what?

Sippin’ the Wock

Asap Rocky Back To The Future

Back through the do’ back from a smoke

Sit back relax and max with the hoes

Chat with my folks laugh at them jokes

I’m hard to the core and she bad to the bone

Ask her to bone chats on the phone

Her three friends with her just be tagging along

As for the flow back to the song

Flashbacks only bring me back to that thong

Cause we’ve been getting, we’ve been getting high all week

Smoking, drinking I’m a drug cause she just high off me

Now I’m back to the sto’ blunt wraps for the dro

Rolling back in that back wood

Hash hitting smoke

Money getting high so I past her the most

She want that bread and butter so I pass her the toast.

That ASAP motto is “Party, get high”

We back to the future like Marty McFly

[Hook:]

Sometimes I think about the past

Seems like the time is flying past

Jump high my presence of this last

The future’s always going bad

La la la la la la la la la

Back to the future like Marty McFly

Back through the do’ back from the sto’

Back to the wall with my back to the wall

Rolling up a blunt, fastened it off

Ass on the floor cash back on the floor

Mack with the broads Chat to the whores

There go my niggas, Dat to my dogs

I pray on that pussy check with the Lord

Seems how it seems like I had it before

I think back way back wing with my memories

We was getting high, sipping on Hennesey

Now it’s like lean

Thinking back seat way back riding on something clean

Ya know what I mean

20-10s, we don’t do the teens

Now it’s 20-11

Let me know something, take her back to my session

Back to the pad, I’m back on that ass

Back to the future, back to the past

[Hook:]

Sometimes I think about the past

Seems like the time is flying past

Jump high my presence of this last

The future’s always going bad

La la la la la la la la la

Back to the future like Marty McFly

Asap Rocky Changes

Changes

Go with them changes

Go with them changes

Go with them changes

Go with them changes

Go with them changes

Go with them changes

Always changing faces

I’m gone with them phases

I’m gone with them changes

Changes

I’m gone with them changes

All those changing faces

I’ll go with them phases

So Long since I’ve seen a shit could feel a change

Every

Shit could feel a change

Every

Long since I’ve seen a shit could feel a change

Every

Love calls for the price tag in the ball court

Still love you when we part though

Blame me like its my fault

Still love, still love came

Hop around like you hardcore

Hop around like you parkour

Spillin’ off

Still love, still love came

Still love, still love came

Still love, still love came (changes)

Still love, still love came

Look, I gotta text from this girl I used to see

Saying that she chose this other guy with whom she wanna be with

Well, I apologise, but this messsage fucked me up

Then I would ski-ski every girl when after applying best of luck to ya

Fast forward couple months I’m like “Wassup witcha?”

Cos something changed I know ya feel it (feel it)

But really its been a little minute

Ain’t nothing changed but the address, my neighbors hate how I be living (living)

Mad there’s a loud rich nigga in the building

Like fuck all the other tenants, (running)

Bought mine but you renting, (running)

Rich niggas in your feelings, (running)

Rich niggas in your feelings

Pants packed, knapsack packed like I’m leaving home

They ain’t want to let me go, guess you need me more

I was on the road on tour

She just said I changed for the worst

Rain flags, rainbacks guess you need it more

Had to let your heart go, guess you need it more

(Changes)

Sweetest smile

(Phases)

Upside down

(Phases)

I’ll be cruel to you

(Changes)

Come on if you love me now

These ain’t monkey bars, for no fucking kiddy park

Hit you with the chicky pox nigga shitting on me, need my litty box

Lean gone, see the fox

Old three Billy Park, by the candy shop

Fifty vicky fox

Time to give them what they want right?

Give ’em love mixed with Biggie Pac

Weird nigga from the block

Square bitches getting boxed

She pussy popping Iggy Pop

You pussy niggas really pop

Thanks for the light, waiting for the light

Change for a lifetime

Thanks for the night, drinks for the night

Waiting for the right time

(What a wonderful life)

(Changed for the better changed for the worse)

So far I done been and feelin’ change, changes

So far I done been and feelin’ change, changes

My biggest distractions is that I get distracted

People suing me for shit that didn’t happen

I wonder how the world would be if they didn’t have me

Wake up to my explore page

See my exes engaged, or either getting married

Or had a baby with some nigga

Or either three months, post-natal post, post nup, that little nigga pappy

I wonder if they really happy or just getting at me

So long since I’ve seen a shit could feel a changes

Changes

Could feel a changes

Changes

Long since I’ve seen a shit could feel a changes

Changes

So Long since I’ve seen a shit could feel a changes

Changes

Shit could feel a changes

Changes

So Long since I’ve seen a shit could feel a changes

Changes

Shit could feel a changes

Changes

Changes

Go with them changes

Go with them changes

Go with them changes

Asap Rocky Brand New Guy

[Verse 1: Asap Rocky]

I’m camo down to my boxers

Gold teeth, a bathing ape

It’s animals in my projects

Like monkeys, orangutans

Banana clip on that chopper

I hold heat, bangers bang

Let the chiquita speak

Let it keep the peace

That Lil B, bangkadang

I don’t care if you blue or you red flagging

Hair swinging, my pants sagging

Hoes all on my band wagon

Your bitch gagging, she jet lagging

All my cause niggas, what’s crackin’?

All my blood niggas, what’s poppin’?

I ain’t set tripping, I just happen

To know who click clacking, who mismatching

Fuck swagger, you been jacking

Fuck fly, I am fashion

Tryna cop that Benz wagon

My bitch drive it and my friends crash it

Niggas threat with the chit chattin’

See a nigga don’t shit happen

I’m finna blow on that Bin Laden

So talk money, check latin (Suck my fuckin’ dick bitch)

[Hook: x2]

Brand new clip, brand new 9

Brand new bitch, brand new ride

Brand new weed, brand new high

Brand new me meet the brand new guys

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]

That 45 be the big toy

Now which nigga want it with the fat boy?

Clipped up like I’m paranoid

Hot as hell nigga, Fitzroy

Pulled off through the city like {skirrt}

Seen that hoe nigga like {skirttt pop}

Hopped up on a nigga like {murrppp}

Put that pussy nigga in a purse

You wouldn’t be the first covering the dirt

Put him in the ground, he was down to earth

Napped up nigga, I been down since birth

Backpack full of random work

With two bad hoes, I’ll teach you how to jerk

Teach you how to jerk

Swaggin’ in my J’s

Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave

My prerogative ways

Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade

Brand new nigga with the brand new venue

Sold that bitch out

Should’ve made that ho bigger

Killer charisma these cupcakes remember

My objective is to serve your agenda

Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender

Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga

You quick with the gat and the dick in your mouth

Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house

Twisting up weed

I’m digging her out

Just filling her out

Do all that shit you be talking about

While you gone? Shit, NetFlix on your couch

What this pop corn about?

Microwave oven while you out there cuffin’

You over there lovin’

That bitch be my stuffing, like

Like we really be fucking

[Hook: x2]

Brand new clip, brand new 9

Brand new bitch, brand new ride

Brand new weed, brand new high

Brand new me meet the brand new guys

[Verse 3:]

[Schoolboy Q:]

Brand new shirt to the brand new drawls

Brand new socks to the brand new Glock

This motherfucker hold 15

Smack that ho in, tell the clip get lost

Bitch I’m a boss

Pulled up clean, don’t you hear the exhaust

Got my tie on, gripping on my iron

Who I’m about to fire on?

[ASAP Rocky:]

Rap game fucked up, boy

Fuck you think I rap for?

Crack game fucked up, boy

Fuck you think I trap for?

Riding round with that mask on

Like a Mac attack when that strap on

Like a Shaq attack on that backboard

Clap on, clap off

[Schoolboy Q:]

Blue pit in my back yard

[ASAP Rocky:]

Red nose my bad broad

[Schoolboy Q:]

Tight and full of that hydro

[ASAP Rocky:]

Pretty nigga, no catwalk

[Schoolboy Q:]

Big burner in your big mouth

[ASAP Rocky:]

Pussy niggas suck lead off

[Schoolboy Q:]

I pull it up then skirt off

Vodka shots, he Smirnoff

[ASAP Rocky:]

40 oz of that Cristal

Rose, that Rick Ross

[Schoolboy Q:]

Got it jumping like Kriss Kross

[ASAP Rocky:]

Mishmashing, no jigsaw

[Schoolboy Q:]

No horseplay when we quick draw

[ASAP Rocky:]

Pussy nigga get a tit job

[Schoolboy Q:]

Hands up, stick your mands up

Your time’s up, the new brand’s up

Brrap!

Q!

Asap Rocky Calldrops

(“Money and the power, money and the power”)

(Yeah) Eyedrops (“Fuckin’ with the killas”)

Teardrops

Droptops (“Fuckin’ with the killas”)

Ice blocks (beat drop, I drop)

I was thinking to myself (Calldrops)

Maybe I should seek some help

Maybe I should blame myself

My mistake in stealth is going away

(“Gone and spent the money”)

It’s going away, it’s going away

Eye drops

Teardrops

Droptops

Ice blocks

You used to be so soft

“This is a prepaid collect call from”

(“Fuckin’ with the killas”)

You were for (teardrops)

“An inmate at Florida Correctional Institution

This call is subject to recording and monitoring”

Uh-huh, yeah I’m ready, got you on speaker

(All the pain I went through

Turned to a singer

I put it all on my tattoos

‘Cause of where I came from

If I ain’t ever learned before

“This call is subject to recording and monitoring”

Then this will be painful

Sleeping in institutions, I lost my baby

If that ain’t ever woke me up, then it’s gone wake me

But I’m keeping a light up on my fire, then they took my baby

I man on kind, is doing his time, but it’s for no reason

I mean the kind, that ride the pipe, something you free—something you free—something you free)

(This call has dropped, to add more credits, please press 1)

(Free Kodak)

Asap Rocky Bad Company

[Girls & ASAP Rocky:]

People think you’re stuck up, but we’re all super good friends

It’s only natural I suppose, but we’re all super good friends

Um, I get the feeling that you’re admired, but, um

I’m above average

[ASAP Rocky:]

I got so much beef, I could barely sleep

Paranoia got me losing all my Z’s, all day

Good lord, momma praying on her knees, all day

If you still fronting when I up it, I’ma squeeze

Bad companies, bad for your company

Bad companies, bad for your company

Mac and the ski mask, in case you come for me

Got the Mac and the ski mask, in case you come for me

[ASAP Rocky & BlocBoy JB:]

When I say I got beef, they don’t want no beef

When they say they got beef, they don’t wanna eat

If he said he wants smoke, they don’t want no steam

She put her feet on her teeth, bad bad bad bad bad

Had a bachelors degree, PhD while selling speed

Fix the face then fix the weave, now working on her self-esteem

Hit up Bloc “brr”, yo’ this Flock

Nigga, where you at?, pin the drop, uh

My new map location be the block on the app

I need money and confidence, nah nahm

Bad bitches, I don’t even know the company, hahahaha

[BlocBoy JB:]

You can’t hang baby, we don’t want you ’round here

Ice on my neck and it’s froze, Santa’s reindeer

You got bad bitches, hella hoes, it’s the same here

You bad company, lil’ bro you can’t hang here

Getting money so the bottles keep on coming “they keep on coming”

Phone ring so you know the trap jumping “what you want”

That nigga looking at me, he owe me some money “I need that”

Hit ’em with the Tommy, now that nigga crumping

Why these niggas playing games?

They don’t want no problems with me, my shooters got good aim

You know I brought them shottas with me

Might of hit a bad stain, they say that someone top was missing

Them niggas were opposition, they move wrong, so I shot them bitches

[ASAP Rocky:]

Dark shades, too much smoke I could barely see the fumes

Acting brand new like I don’t see you when I do

Who them folks? Who want smoke? You too close, give me room

Funny folks, play it close, do the most, don’t they

Bad company, that’s bad for your company “strangers”

Bad company, that’s bad for your company “player haters”

Mad cow disease, now you in a ton of beef

Black Mac tucked underneath my new blue dungarees

Flintstone bustdown color Murakami

Fruity pebble bezel, Wilma, Betty, Fred, and Barney

Bad bitch from outta town, I think she model Abercrombie

Wrist game Lucky Charmy, told my jeweler Leprechaun me

I’ma come clean, I got hella beef

Paranoia got me rolling up my sleeves, okay

Niggas hating cause I’m upping up the fees

Whole team got B’s on they Tees, all day

I got so much beef, I could barely sleep

Paranoia got me losing all my Z’s, all day

Good lord, momma praying on her knees, all day

If you still fronting when I up it I’ma squeeze

I’m above average

Asap Rocky Canal St.

[A$AP Rocky:]

Yeah, live through the strugglin’, life’s a every day (hustle)

I hustle every day in life, thinkin’ back

Takin’ packs up the block, them older niggas said I couldn’t (hustle)

Man fuck ’em niggas, I’ll be back, strapped backpack

Bitch, I’m flippin’ work, hand in hand, I think they call it track (hustle)

Racin’ laps, re-up went to waste, it pays to make it stack

Face the fact, there’s always niggas out there, tryin’ to knock the (hustle)

I guess that’s why they say we trap, don’t let niggas hold you back

I’m just a kettle from the ghetto with no pot to piss in

So who am I to call it black? Black man, black male

Black ball, black opsy, black diamonds glistenin’

Attract the pigs and all the rats, kitten scratch

I went from roaches on my bump to red brooches on the cuff

On my tux, chauffeur pullin’ up, no if, and’s or buts about him

I went to Paris for my trunks, 100 thousand spend on Goyard

Used ’em once, couldn’t give a shit, damn or fuck about ’em

Hit Canal Street, vintage gold medallion

Smokin’ blunts in front of public housin’

Wildin’ ’til they throw me in them cuffs

Mouth full of fronts, look like Master P up in my Cartiers

Diamonds shinin’ in the frames

Changed the game and made them say (uhh)

Ain’t no limits to this shit, life’s a flick, you’re stickin’ to the script

My life is like a movie, they should film me through it

Take a pic, be sure to frame the shit, forever me, was always G

Way before this famous shit, y’all just pretend to do it

[Bones:]

You say you got them guns, but I’ve never seen you bang

You say you got them drugs, but I’ve never seen you slang

You say you in that game, but I’ve yet to see you play

You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah

You say you got them guns, but I’ve never seen you bang

You say you got them drugs, but I’ve never seen you slang

You say you in that game, but I’ve yet to see you play

You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah

[A$AP Rocky:]

Rap game like the crack game, swear it’s all the same (hustle)

Whippin’ soda through the pot, watch it bubble

Flexin’ muscle, hit the block, I bet I teach you niggas how to (hustle)

Sellin’ coca on the charts, watch it double

Uh, takin’ meetings on my bus, this shit my mobile office

Gettin’ head while at my desk, this shit my oval office

I remember when I got a hundred for recordings

Now the sum of my performances just put me on the Forbes list

Fuck jiggy, I’m flawless, fuck pretty, I’m gorgeous

Your favourite rappers’ corpses couldn’t measure my importance

My mind is out in orbits, plus my ego got endorsements

Heard the people want that raw shit, but y’all be talkin’ bullshit

[Bones:]

You say you got them guns, but I’ve never seen you bang

You say you got them drugs, but I’ve never seen you slang

You say you in that game, but I’ve yet to see you play

You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah

You say you got them guns, but I’ve never seen you bang

You say you got them drugs, but I’ve never seen you slang

You say you in that game, but I’ve yet to see you play

You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah

Asap Rocky Angels

[Hook]

Ten gold chains, wood grain propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

[Bridge 1]

I’m the dope mane bitches sniffin’ cocaine

All my young niggas know that they could all weigh, all weigh

(Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh

(Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh

(Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh

(Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh

[Verse 1]

If, if, if you see me trucking bitch

They call me young drug dealer

They call me young thug nigga

24 karats my slugs glitter

24 years old worth a couple million

Shouts out to my cuz’ niggas

Finna’ let it fly for my blood niggas

Middle finger up to you fuck niggas

If you a trill nigga, then fuck wit’ us

Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet

Wit’ a pistol on him prolly’ wouldn’t even pull it

Heart made of puddin’ mean muggin’ wit’ a hoodie

Like what’s goodie

Tryin’ to be the motherfucker that you couldn’t

Knowin’ you

Down to let it fly when I shouldn’t

All my young niggas they gon’ rep it to the fullest

[Bridge 2]

Tell a fuck nigga be you fuck tough be cool

All the young niggas in crew they down to let it fly

For a nigga like me, young nigga like me

They let it fly

For a nigga like me, young nigga like me

They let it fly

For a nigga like me, young nigga like me

They let it fly

For a nigga like me, jiggy young like me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Niggas got rips in they jeans man I started that

Hood by air man I started that

Niggas claim they the God of black

Well your name is purple I’m the God of that

Gave you my back nigga’ pardon that

Fuck that shit I brought mobbin’ back

I brought robbin’ back, I brought the Garden back

Motherfuck black land I brought Harlem back

Rollin’ in my Benzo

Hoes on the curb a couple of friends

Rollin down my window

Yo whats the word, fuck it get in

Ride round wit’ these bimbos

She give head to my kin folk

Shout outs my connect tho’

Keep a watch out for them Winslows

Cause’ the boys gon’ creep

D-boys gone’ serve

Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve

Imma’ get by while the world gon’ turn

Imma’ get mine like you gon’ get yours

Niggas do the least do when the piece got nerve

Niggas in the streets when the heat got burned

[Bridge 2]

[Hook x2]

Asap Rocky Brotha Man

(Yeah yeah)

Brotha man

Brotha, brotha

Gotta fight for somethin’

Stand for somethin’

Brotha, understand (no)

Gotta make the place

Take the truth (take the)

Get through

Right

Just keep the truth

Fight the blues, fight the blues

Brotha man, young man

Let me tell you somethin’

Young man, brotha man, brotha man

You gotta fight for somethin’

Stand for somethin’

That’s what the poem told me

It was greater poet that you know

I’d rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I

I’d rather talk about the banging hoes and then

Stay up in the bitches while she dozing

[French Montana:]

When I went to my bros

Told him help me please

Now we hop out the PJs

Hosted by the P

My old bitch yellin’ come back

Come back, come back, babe

Come back

Come back (come back)

Come back (come back), babe

[A$AP Rocky:]

Harlem nights, quick speed, godspeed

Speed it like Grease Lightnin’, leather on my six-speed bike

Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes

Popsicles for the Klondikes, pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes

15 sellin’ china white

Cops stoppin’ if you opposite o’ white

Pop pop like you opposite o’ right

[Snoop Dogg:]

Take heat lil nigga

Lowkey take lead on a nigga

[A$AP Rocky:]

Smooth durag ’round the boulevard

Back in the days on the train

Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave

[Frank Ocean:]

Beautiful, the water’s flat like acid pre-Onika (ye-ah)

You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker

[A$AP Rocky:]

Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you

Album number three, and keep it G like Q

Heard you niggas get fly, like G like 2

Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2

Shittin’ on these niggas, like P like U

Drip Raheem and Q

Got Hi-C, like juice

Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too

Real niggas bleed, like me, like you

That’s why I got a beam with a green light too

I don’t even make a scene, I just swing right through

I’m just bangin’ on my Qs and my Ps, like soup

Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit

Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin’

Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta fight for somethin’

Stand for somethin’, brotha understand, God don’t make the plays

Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep the truth

[French Montana (Frank Ocean):]

When I went to my bros

Told him help me please

Now we hop out the PJs

Hosted by the P

My old bitch yellin’ come back

Come back, come back, babe

Come back (come back)

Come back (come back)

Come back (come back), babe

[Frank Ocean:]

You’re a cornstar

All you fuck is corn, parched

You fall apart

Frenchie faux pas

‘Cause you

Ain’t gotta know pa

(Are you?)

The dealer got catches like an outfielder

(Are you?-are you?-are you?)

God’s view from towers

Lookin’ down, like I’m Donald Trump