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Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay,
'kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay,
'kay, 'kay, 'kay, okay
A$AP Rocky, nigga
Pretty Flacko, nigga
A$AP shit, nigga
I just want my credit
like I'm Soulja
Camo like Rambo,
big draco 'cross the shoulder
I'm fine-tuned on
iTunes if you shuffle
Test the boy Le Suess
like I came to tune your motor
Motherfuck a mumble rapper,
I'd rather be a mogul
Million dollar market deals
closin' on my mobile
Keep the grass cut,
got a phobia for cobra
You should low-key
fuck the world when I'm vulgar
Man, I used to listen to that nigga
when I was younger
Found out he's a poser
when I got a lil' older
My bitch used to model
for the Vogue,
but she older
A truce and a foe,
sittin' 'round watchin' poker
No buns in the oven,
or babies in the stroller
Just guns in the cupboard,
and some ladies comin' over
See I'm a pretty boy,
manicures with the rollers
And babushkas on the head,
like grandmothers and the Roman
Some women throw me bras,
some women throw me roses
Might even flash a titty
while she on a nigga shoulders
They goin' crazy at my shows,
she passed out
if I noticed her
Yeah, we in the buildin'
'til the shit is
for foreclosure
Yeah, we not the same,
I ain't tryna play it
like a lame nigga
Switch a gang,
switch the beat,
like the track that's playin'
(That's playin')
Ayo (Woo, woo)
Bitch, I called you a Uber,
and that's the only way
I'm giving you payback (Yeah)
My shit nasty like that one
nigga from A$AP (Shout-out A$AP Nast)
Been ill since I was twelve,
was Rocky but ended swell
Now say Tyler,
watch these motherfuckers
start ringing bells (Ding-dong)
'Cause I spit fire,
and shit cold
This shit so mean,
nice rocks
and I get stones
This shit so clean
and bright, bold (Yeah)
The gold got a grip hold
All these Lucky Charms
like a thick bowl
The diamonds all appraised (Nigga),
yeah
Y'all go to Avianne
and y'all get a
lease in that bitch
My earlobes got them
yellow boogers like
I sneezed in that bitch (Achoo)
Your 808s is dry,
you need to put some
grease in that bitch
And let it sit, nigga,
fuck what you heard (Fuck what you heard)
And fuck rap,
I make a living off that
four-letter word (GOLF WANG)
One-stop shop, nigga,
just to sell them shoes
The profit margins lookin' higher
than them airplane views
Y'all getting fucked in your deals,
and they share that lube
I push the cum-colored Beamer
and the inside blue (Skrrrt)
I push an Elon too,
and the 675
The Longtail like the mane
that's on A$AP Lou
Whips, whips, whips, whips,
Kunta started a fight
The 720 ordered and
I still go ride me a bike
But don't follow in yours (Nah),
Vill behind me in sight (Yeah)
My niggas strictly like 9s,
like young Mike and his type (Pew-pew)
Rip,
you better zip that
lip and zip up quick
And shit,
he'd probably suck my dick
then kiss his bitch (Mwah)
It's two sides to each coin,
I call heads (Heads)
Been countin' so much goddamn coin,
my palm red (Uh)
I spend it on some books
and some diamonds that shed light
And them hoes shine
just like the top of a bald head, nigga
Hahahahahaha,
yeah