Playlist A$ap Ferg

a$ap ferg - work

[A$AP Ferg]
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Stand Up!

Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa
Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a nigga though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Ballin'! (Skkrr!)
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt
That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves
I ain't lyin', lay 'em on the curb
Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg!
Damnn!
Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr (UHUU!)
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in work
Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
Polo Ground, A$AP World

[French Montana]
(Haan!) That ain't Kanye, that's Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask up, comin' for your ice
When they bare-faced, they comin for your life
Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies

[Hook]
Put in work, put in work
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt

[Trinidad James]
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang
They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother
I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I fuck with Asian niggas And I fuck with Migos
I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but
That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing

[Hook]
But work (Put it in work)
Work (Put it in work)
Work (Put it in work)

[Schoolboy Q]
Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk!
A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street
No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36
Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church
Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt"
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk
Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse

[A$AP Rocky]
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die
Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots
My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average
See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's
You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks
Loaded Lux, put in work

a$ap ferg - hood pope

[Hook]
Let me sing my song, if you feeling shit, mothafucka sing along
It's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
Young Trap Lord, feel your pain, I be down for my people
Drinking Jesus juice, G's hang low, red rubies and the gold

And we sick, cause we hurting
Pull a chrome fifth when they murk them
Them murked off an excursion
All cause a nigga be lurking
Big money shit we earning
A bunch of hooligans need churching
I'm the Hood Pope, these my children
And I'll be their Donny McClurkin
Gold teeth when I'm smirking
Bunch of little kids running 'round need nuturing
Lord know that I ain't really perfect
All of these clowns run around this circus
Lord please witness my purpose
But stop fucking these Persians
Popping these bottles and popping these models
Please tell me where is the Sherman
And I'm smoking my weed, put me in my zone
Demons chasing me, cause they want my dome
And I carry the heat, and I sleep with the chrome
Cause I'm in some beef, and they want my dome

[Hook]
Let me sing my song, if you feeling shit, mothafucka sing along
It's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
Young Trap Lord, feel your pain, I be down for my people
Drinking Jesus juice, G's hang low, red rubies and the gold

[Bridge]
God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound

And I told you, told you time again
That ain't you gon' find your friends
You talking about you riding with them
And fighting with them, those ain't your friends
You dying, lying on cement, momma be crying "Don't take him! "
Gotta be trying, but he said "I promise he won't, ever again"
God, he was a little child, he was a good kid for a while
He found the streets and then it got wild,
God, I promise, never again
God, he is my only child, please don't wake him so he smiles
But all she hear is lonely sounds, now he won't talk ever again

[Hook]
Let me sing my song, if you feeling shit, mothafucka sing along
It's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
Young Trap Lord, feel your pain, I be down for my people
Drinking Jesus juice, G's hang low, red rubies and the gold

a$ap ferg - jolly

This is for the real hood niggas in a bandana
Hold on, I might ful dat. We bad gurl no need
A partial we too used to steel with the best genital
Unique motherfucker ain't nothin normal
Pootie pie lil' boy test your potential

It's a ring
It's a ring
A little fergenstein with a little shabba ranks
I train a jamaican girl that love the cuban links
Got 'em wining like lil kim in bikini minks
No limit soldier with a bunch of little tanks
Hit him where it hurt, make a nigga feel the pain
Blood stain of what remains for two gold chains
White dude, little guns, white cocaine

Rari and jaguar take up four lanes
Out with window like, nigga money ain't a thing
Bitches on my dick so I let the ho's swing
Put my thumb in her butt like like I'm fucking bowling
Couple bad ho's I'll be free falling
Dont smoke now cause its too protein
Most I do is a little codeine
Couple jolly ranchers [?]
Couple jolly ranchers
Hood nigga in a bandana
Out in trinidad with a bad ho

[?] Push it like a trolly
She a black barbie doll, big dick [?]
So I'm goin lick the lolly and I'm stomping out the alley
But the boy can't plea em like I'm on a pilot
Couple jolly ranchers, watch me do my thing
Hood niggas in a bandana wanna be my king

Madame of the club [?]
This'll drive ya crazy, I'm a one night fling
Give it to ya once I know you're gonna reminisce
Tell me if ya like this go ahead give it a kiss
Body perfect, it's up there by the a-list
Spice, bunji, a$ap ferg, rock for this

a$ap ferg - fergsomnia

This one here
This is for harlem
2014 Was easy
We going back 2015 hard on you niggas
Suckas

I can't stop, I'm ambitious
Fucking hunnids of bitches
Put a meal on my plate
Hunnid mill on my dishes
They screaming fergsomnia
Fergsomnia, fergsomnia, fergsomnia

I won't stop till I die
I got a natural high
And I won't stop till I die
Cause I got a natural high
Now I won't stop till I die
Because I got a natural high
And I won't stop till I die
Because I got natural high
A got a stack to the sky
Next to the heavens

I see my daddy say hi
He rolling dice with a reverend
He conversate with jimi hendrix
He said you used to be hot
He snuck a blunt through the pearly gates
Nigga look at his eyes
I used to hang with them drug dealers
You see his new ride?
I used to bang with them thug niggas
Salute to the sky
They screaming fergsomnia

Fergsomnia, fergsomnia, I can't sleep (yeah)
Come eat with a trill nigga
My boxers tommy hilfiger
You figure that you that nigga
But nigga, you ain't that nigga
My niggas come in with triggas
Bigger than two roman pillars
And your peel on your nigga

Give you the piece like j dilla
Getting cake like matilda
Put you in graves like the thriller
My team will give you the chillers
Tooth fairy, don't touch my pillow
Cause I got fergsomnia
Fergsomnia, fergsomnia, I can't sleep

Now they be asking me "twista how come your style be so vicious? "
The og in the building but still our flow so ambitious
With the pro pimpin' from off the block
It don't matter if you spit it from off of the top
I be coming with some shit by busting the glock
And I only fuck a bitch if I'm off of ciroc
Everything I know I am, I know you ain't
I be doing all the shit you probably can't

Spend another green, hunnid dollar bills
And the blue is how they keeping them up in the bank
Tell em in my own words I'm the-a
Superb and I be-a
Lettin' her slide me-a
Fergsomnia
We could bet a hunnid, can you match it?
Take you by the bitch and wait, call it maddening
Now have a look in this and why ya finna tap it
Come into me room, what ya bout trap it

[?] Cemetary
Get up with them niggas like I got a military
Kicking it with bitches like I'm adam vinatieri
Any opposition to rhyme, I kill and bury
And you know I'm making drop-top figures
Everyone with the block hot niggas
And the cuz, and the a$ap ferg
They be calling me chop chop twista

I'm just a lyrical vampire
Who be hunting paper seven days of the week
And you know that I'mma never be back
Into end up be calling me dracula because a nigga don't sleep
Wooh!

a$ap ferg - grandma

All I ever wanted was a minute with my grandma
I would tell her how I made it, listen to me grandma
Security wasn't workin', he failin' his job
He look at God
And I got a call from Universal like "hey this Ferg? "
But Rocky told me if them labels call just curve
I'm sittin' here like "damn Rocky you got nerves"
He got us this far so I'ma trust his word
Then [?] call me "what's up homie?
Got a deal for you like 2 mili"
When Rocky asked get money
Too much money, this half only
Two mil, two mil, I don't know
Grandma I ain't lie
Then Geno called like (?)
Got a deal for us like 3 mili at Polo Grounds
That label do A$Ap Worldwide, this shit unreal
Now we signed signed it
Grandma, now we signed it
Wish you was here to smell this air
And I could touch your pretty hair
We could talk for two more years
Push you around in your wheel chair
Momma say hi
"Hey mother, dear"
Your birthday on Christmas
And we shed a tear like every year
Celebratin' your happy years
Hopin' that your spirit clear
When (?) feel it
you can touch my nose and brush your clothes
Light flickerin' from the chandelier
You see she blew that candle near
What you don't know you shall feel
But I know my grandma, I ain't scared

Grandma
I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
Grandma
Talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma

Grandma ain't gotta go through pain no more
Arthritis and pain and sores
Bleedin' red, they paint your gauze
Many nights you pray to God
Lord help me, I can no more
I can't endure this pain no more
What about my husband? He want more
Can't stand up cook, can't stand at all
Times I heard 'em down that hall
"I heard you down that hall"
It was times I heard 'em down that hall
"I heard you down that hall"
Don't be slick you fucked that neighbor
Tell me lies, you tell me fables
"You really think I'm stupid? "
(?) I hate you
Take advantage, I'm disabled
What about time I fixed your table
All of them times filled your naval
Coulda had a guy that fixed that cable
But I know you and I love you
Yeah I love you, you spoiled motherfucker
Fuck them other bitches sucker
Let them other bitches love ya, bitch
I'm good and my kid love me
The only reason why I still really wanna breathe
Even though you love me unconditionally
And I understand the circumstance when it come to me
(I'm sick)

I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma

All I ever wanted was you here with me
through all this shit
Through this life that I live, through this life
that God gave me
All I ever wanted was you here with me through
all this shit
Through this life that I live through this life
that God gave me

I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
Grandma
Talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma

a$ap ferg - perfume

[Verse 1]
Trap lord on my belly, free my nigga really
Elijah smoking that smelly, ménages in the telly
Bonde bitch named shelly, dick all in her belly
I met that bitch at a fashion show, she was rocking margiela
I was with quasey casey rocking all that versace
Might be in there sailing, smoking that beijing
Ten stacks in my pocket, for no reason I got it
Fuck around and hit sin city, tell that bitch to pop it
What's up with you and purrp? I ain't into all of that gossip
He brought the funk into my crew, you gotta ask rocky about it
All I know is a$ap riding in them maybachs
40. Cal, we spray that, when ak brratt you take nap
Oh, lord, that hood pope - oh, lord, that trap lord
Why they call you trap lord? Cause you a rap lord to my casket
I ain't bowing to no time, hood pope on my gold shine
My dirty niggas wanna tote nine, but we talk rhyme
I tell 'em hold up

[Hook]
All I know is that trap lord, that hood pope
All I know is that trap lord, but you're a rap lord to my casket
All I know is that fast porsche smoking that good smoke
Model bitch who from brazil, she want it on her culo
Riding 'round the city feeling like p. Diddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no pac and no biggie
Riding 'round the city feeling like p. diddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no pac and no biggie

[Verse 2]
No reply when you call lord, mama cry 'til her throat soar
Liechtenstein when I drunk four you was dying in this war hall
Body left near the staircase courtesy of the whole mob
Don't mean no fucking thing when I pull up in that goyard
Shooked up from that toe star, ask questions like nardwuar
Like can you feel your fucking legs? I bet that nigga cannot walk
Persian bitch stack coke hard, sniff white 'till her nose soft
I fucked that bitch with no rubber, cause that bitch be so raw
Puff-puff when the semi pump, nigga really gonna pop
Trunks when you see me duck, niggas really want
Y'all punks can't see the God trap, truly lord
And I click like donkey kong when I hit this long
Better run when you see the mob, you be seeing God
Hear the drum when my niggas march, you gon' see allah
You the son of a bitch nigga, you daddy a broad
You a bitch, little bitch nigga, probably wearing bras

[Hook]

a$ap ferg - shabba

[Intro]
Yeah,Turn me
Yeah,Uh Turn me up a litte more
Ugh Yeah Ugh

[Verse 1: A$Ap Ferg]
Short nigga but my dick tall
What I ...told your bitch dog
Only thug nigga down with at the Pitchfork
Dirty van bitches wanna suck my dick off
Pop a Xany 'fore her panty get to hit floor
Run up in this shit raw
I got a girl, I ain't never got no fuckin' condoms
If she caught me, then that bitch would be pissed off
Real nigga shit, Fergie be mobbing all day, prolly with Marty or Jay
Them my niggas from back in the day, Tarzan ain't showing his face
He prolly the one with the K, fronting then he letting it spray
Two shots to a bumboclaat man, Shabba Ranks let it go to your brain
Front then he coming your way
Let the semi dump, dump then he coming your way
Dump when the bad man come, my yute don't ramp with me
Coupe full of bad hoes, they all wanna come with me
You got a coupe with a sad ho cause she wanna come with me
Shabba!

[Hook]
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Two bad bitches like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks

[Verse 2 : A$Ap Rocky]
Skinny nigga but my dick long (Pause!)
Stank puss make my dick soft
Probably bumping R. Kelly sipping Cristal
So you know the whole world getting pissed on
I don't really give a fuck if you pissed off
I just bought a Mac-11 from the thrift store
Traded for my gold chain and my pistol
Shoot a rocket make a mothafucka lift off
Flacko be mobbing all day
With niggas that's chopping that yay
They chopping them choppas they handle my problems
Cause niggas be plotting these days
But the 'Rari kinda fast though, (probably with a bad ho)
She told me pump my brakes
You stuck with a fat ho and she wanna stuff her face
To all my Dominican girls dem, all my Caribbean girls dem
All my West Indian girls dem, I done fucked a million girls, damn
With a little ting a ling ling school bell a ring
Hit her with my ding-a-ling-a-ling, maybe run a train
And tell her that my niggas wanna bang and a little brain
And she wanna hang with the gang what a nigga named
Shabba!

[Hook]
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Two bad bitches like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks

[Verse 3: A$Ap Ferg]
I was broke last week but today be a new day
Mothafuckas like cavities cause them niggas be too fake
Walk in this bitch with the new Wang, looking like Liu Kang
With a blonde bitch that wanna snoop cane
Then she get the Batman like Bruce Wayne (Master Bruce)
I be mobbing with the A, 'til my whole body decay
I don't give a fuck what you say, my whole team like a parade
Twelvyy got bags of the haze, Illi be smoking all day
Me and Rock run trains on the ho, he be like bitch don't touch my braids
Ty Beats in Va putting producers in graves
Yams got a bottle of Henny, going straight to the face
Ty Nast got a bad ho, but she's tryna come my way
But he got my last ho, so shit man it's okay
Shabba!

[Hook Extended]
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Two bad bitches like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Shabba Ranks, Sha-Shabba Ranks
Shabba Ranks (Damn) Sha-Shabba Ranks

a$ap ferg - thug cry

15 Years of my life, I was locked in prison
Thought shit would hold me down, but the clock kept on ticking
Time kept on slipping, plus I just got sentenced
Now my collect calls got your bills going ballistic
I should've been there taking care of the children
And I worried about all them snot-nosed women
While I was in carolina flipping birds in the kitchen
You heard that wasn't the only type of birds I was flipping

I can make a thug cry, tonight
Watch me make a thug cry, tonight
Cause that's how true love is supposed to be, ain't it?
When it feels so good it shakes all your belief, baby
I can make a thug cry, tonight
(I can make you cry tonight, tonight)
I can make a thug cry, tonight

Then I got married to you, richard porter didn't do it
He was too busy getting busy, all of which was foolish
I know you tired of all of my "didn't do it"s
All of my promises and all of my "I'mma prove it"s
You knew something was up when I all of a sudden took two trips
Two trips turned into too many excuses
I gotta hustle two more months, babe, just two flips
Meanwhile, you had me a child and he was toothless

I was living wild down south, had me a new bitch
Brought her ass a brand new car, lived in a new crib
Hmm, second child on the way, juggling two bibs
Then you got a call from shawty like "bitch, who this? "
This is why it finished, baby mama, he got two kids
Tell his funky ass that I'm leaving, fucking doofus
Afraid to come home cause I know what I did was stupid
And you still forgave my stupid ass, uh
There's something about you
Baby we got to get lost in the moment
You and me only

And now that I'm locked up, I expect you to stay
Like somebody coming to kill you and expect you to lay
You stopped sending commisary durags upon me
Guess you figured that other chick'd take care of my ways
Don't you forget you're my wife, like that meant something
Then blow kisses in the phone like that did something

Then you stopped my visits, heard you got pregnant
By that nigga, I just act like "y'all been fucking"
But I knew that wasn't true, you was just tired
And somewhere in your heart, my love sit higher
But a good man is what you desire
And this is what it sound like when a thug crying, I'm crying

a$ap ferg - 402

[Intro]
Damn who knocking on the fucking door like that?
Shit. I think that's our little friend
Hold on man, let me get that. Damn
Took for ever, step on in, let me holla, yeah
Put your coat right there
Little mama say what's up to my baby
get acquainted. Here's your new best friend
Damn, lay down right there
Chocolate and caramel, best of both worlds
She got nice lips. She got a body on her right there
My children, baby, touch me right there
Right there? You like that?
Oh shit. Now mama, let's see what mama taste like
Tell me what she taste like. Damn

[Verse 1]
Sipping on that Henny got me going crazy with two ladies
Looking so good, don't you want to be my baby
You lay it down, don't play around, don't make a sound
Let me see that ass bounce, yeah
And I want you to kiss her
and I want you to kiss her back
Ooh, girl just move girl
and I want you to move it just like that
Damn baby, you can move it so good
I like the way you talk, I like the way you move
I like the way you scream
I like the way you do what yo do
The way you talk to me, the way you talk
The way you talk to me, the way you talk

[Outro]
Hello
Bitch, where you at?
Minding my mothafuckin' business
Where your broke ass at?
Fuck does it sound like you crying?
Is that bitch nigga 'bout it?
Bitch, you better not be with that nigga Ferg
Shut the fuck up! Nigga, stop crying like a little bitch!
Come to the streets, nigga
Fuck outta here, that's why you fucking crying like a lit
I'm fucking you bitch, nigga
Please, don't leave me
I fucking your bitch nigga, yeah
Please, don't leave me, please, I need you
I'm fucking you bitch. And she with my bitch
I'm fucking both of them bitches
Hello? Hello?
? Fuck you, bitch!

a$ap ferg - chinatown

Yeah, Asap
Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all
To the nigga wearin' suede in the rain
Pretty bitch in the Benz give me brain
Lick lick with the sick gold fangs
She lick that dick till the tip color change
Kill a filth one clip in his brain
Let it drip like my dick on a dame
Feel the pain three bullets in the range
Never single? in a grave

Wanna mingle no words to exchange
Money make her cum so it's Benjamin Frank
Lenses, Medusa to shades
Versace, my suit tailor made
Your hottie in the coupe gettin' laid
And you're probably in the club gettin' played
No bitches, you gets no play
And my bitch K. O. your bitch O. K

Ridin' in the streets and we so live
Ridin' in the streets and we so live
Ridin' in the streets and we so live
Gettin' loud, gettin' live
Uh, ridin' in the streets and we so live
I be ridin' in the streets, we'll be so vile
I be ridin' in the streets speaking so loud

Young Trap Lord, dime of the purp
Ride or die boy, nigga get murk
Pull a nine boy, he'll sleep in the dirt
Makin' the hoes sleep in the earth
She feel on my clothes, lifting her skirt
Say she love coke, sniffin' the work
Semi-auto Tec, guns gon' flirt
Bang, bang, let a one squirt

Givenchy my body, Ksubi my colleagues
Versace, my eyelids, Yves Saint-Laurent me
Twelvyy in huaraches, 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
Nigga hear them sirens when that four-fif' and that nine squeeze
China bitch sip sake, while I chop that ass with that Tommy

Ridin' in the streets, uh
So I'm ridin' in the streets
On the block, them killas ridin' with the heat
My niggas ride for the streets
And I'll be ridin' with my team, yeah
Always drivin' prosper A. S. A. P
Know it's me, F. E. R. G
T. A., bitch

a$ap ferg - cocaine castle

[Hook]
Everybody going to this cocaine castle
You'll probably see your reverend at this cocaine castle
Pimps and prostitutes at this cocaine castle
Doctors in their suits at this cocaine castle
Babies in they pampers at this cocaine castle
Crying with they grandma at this cocaine castle
Momma doing drugs at this cocaine castle
Tryna get some buzz at this cocaine castle

[Verse 1]
Another day in the crack house
where demons be talking to fiends
Couple hits and a blackout
needles be stuck all in their veins
Sing a song that be stuck all in your brain
That shit so potent, it have you doing devilish things
Take a walk through the dark side
where a nigga don't see no light
One hit is all I need, that nigga gon' take your life
What about your wife? What about your kids?
What about your crib? What about your moms?
What about her tears?
What about that shit? What about your uncle?
He died last year
From the same thing
you kissed that glass to hide your fears
Bring nothing to your life, you die, you die
Basing your life upon the hope
that you gon' get the same high

[Hook]
Everybody going to this cocaine castle
You'll probably see your reverend at this cocaine castle
Pimps and prostitutes at this cocaine castle
Doctors in their suits at this cocaine castle
Babies in they pampers at this cocaine castle
Crying with they grandma at this cocaine castle
Momma doing drugs at this cocaine castle
Tryna get some buzz at this cocaine castle

[Interlude]
I remember when I was lit the fuck up
I just... I just remember that day

[Verse 2]
Tripping off this weed got a nigga slow motion
Chills all over my body like some cold lotion
Tryna wrestle demons like I'm fucking Hulk Hogan
Looking for the cure but I'm seeing no potion
Tryna sleep it off but it only gets worse
Seems like my whole life fucking been cursed
Devil tryna get me in this fucking paradise
Fucking all these bitches raw just to roll the dice

a$ap ferg - didn t wanna do that

[Verse 1]
They told me West got robbed (Damn)
Where the fuck them niggas be at
They took the chain up off his neck
I heard the mac started running laps
Oh, what the fuck are they goin' to do that
My nigga got stuffed he didn't want to view that
I heard they had guns I didn't want to use that
I ain't want to see Tom in the fucking boo cap
What about Lil Mitt were the fuck he was at
That nigga too little, they ain't want to do that
But he got more heart then most of them cats
If he had that thing, that thing go blat
Lil young trap lord with a little backpack
Feel at his pulse with a bunch of big gats
They ain't want to do that

[Interlude]

[Bridge]
Semi or the tech
Guns go flirt

And another one squirt

[Verse 2]
Revenge is on my mind
And now they got my brother
Thinking about picking up my nine
And making them fuckers lick the blood up
No need for wasting time
Them niggas gon' get it one way or another
You want to live the street life
Go ahead go ahead

[Verse 3]
Yo wicked blown living that street life
You can't live long living this street life
Got to watch your moms in this street life
They'll come to your home in that street life
4 flip from the chrome in that street life
Your chromosomes all on that street life
Some body gon' die
Body on ice
Right

a$ap ferg - dump dump

[Verse 1]
Her hands all on my fade, bitch pop that ass in the coup
That bitch got Lisa Leslie money
she balling, Sheryl Swoops
She keep rubbing her nose
I can tell she wanna snoop
That coke make my dick numb
she put it all in her glutes
Feel like Bishop from Juice, gun all in my boot
Sayonara feeling sauna
when I blast that ass with that Uz', ooh
Blast that ass with that Uz', better hope to God it ain't you
Trap Lord with about ten jeeps, no telling what I might do
I fucked your bitch, nigga and she about to fuck my crew
She just finished with Twelvyy and now she off to Lou
Pussy-ass nigga wearing all black, claim they off to shoot
I pray to God he ain't lying, my gorillas live in the zoo
I got killers with the deuce-deuce
them Tan Boys my niggas
They gon' ride with me too, bust they nines with me too
That's my bilingual crew, who do sign language true
Bandannas in they pockets, how the fuck we gon' lose?

[Hook]
I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch
I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch
She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick
She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick
Ride around town with about 100 niggas
When you see me come around
don't try to run up on a nigga
Four pound lay 'em down
now you six feet under, nigga
If you feel some type of way
let me see you dump nigga

[Verse 2]
Ride around my city, feeling like P. Diddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie
Spilling on, my teeth hurt but these grills worth a milli
I was in the club, I seen the whole thing
I was right next to Meek Milly
Shout outs my nigga Chrissy
don't bug over these bitches
I ain't fucking with these ratchet hoes
I put a slug in these bitches
Pop a pill in her asshole, put drugs in these bitches
Impress my girl, she fine as fuck
so I ain't loving these bitches
I just be fucking these bitches
ain't no love for these bitches
Diamond Dollas, that Fergenstein
I DDP on these niggas
Feel the heat when it bigger
bullet creeped to his window
Nigga I'm going double wood
fuck around and catch a splinter
Nine milli, my nigga, get hung, high ceiling, my nigga
All the macks in they Maybachs, no 550, my nigga
They saying Ferg went from
"Kissin' Pink" to a Young 50, my nigga
I'm in court for your bitch ass
that's real shitty, my nigga

[Hook]
I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch
I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch
She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick
She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick
Ride around town with about 100 niggas
When you see me come around
don't try to run up on a nigga
Four pound lay 'em down
now you six feet under, nigga
If you feel some type of way
let me see you dump nigga

a$ap ferg - ja rule

Flyer than a motherfuckin' propeller
Pretty bad bitch that's so yellow
Finna fuck a clip out for fellas
Get it cracking on a bitch a like old leather
Toupee'd on a bitch like an old fella
Souffle on a bitch cause my dough better
Used to go to mickie d's with no cheddar
Now my show for a good fucking [?]

Now let's go to sue's rendezvous
Most of your crew be strange dudes
Two bitches like deja vu
Blowing that skunk like pepé le pew
Make it hot in here like nelly
Make her side burn like ashanti's 'do
Murdering ink like I'm irv gotti
Fuck around and sing like I'm ja rule
Sing like I'm ja rule
Fuck around and sing like I'm ja rule
(Where would I be without my baby)

It's the player you heard of
The young and assertive
I came from the dirt up, and did the unheard of
Hoes say I'm the man, mhm I concur it
I'm young and perverted
If I don't get the pussy or the payment, what the fuck is the purpose?
Don't call on my phone, unless you're the fam or my girl
I'm a just say it's no service, stay connected as cursive
I bet if you put my name on it that I make it bigger
She saying she wanna take a picture

I let her take a picture
But don't send it to me 'less it's fuckin naked pictures
Feel me, I'm into safe sex-y
Latex-y, rubber stretch-y
Good weed, no stress-y
You can get your broke bestie
Show your chesties
Tell your boyfriend to stay off my testies, lil bitch
What he tryin' to say?
Make that 9 shake

Pump up the crime rate
Pump up the value
Make that bitch vibrate
Pump up the alcohol on the hydrate, she thirsty
And that's a damn shame
Red bone, white money, blue dream that's my campaign
I order hors d'oeuvres, roll up more herb
I hit it, I bust, and throw it to ferg, for sure
Fuck around and sing like I'm ja rule
Fuck around and sing like I'm ja rule bitch
Aha, sean don, asap mob nigga
Baby, what would I do without my baby?
What would I be without my baby?
What would I be without my baby?

a$ap ferg - doe active

They mad, they mad
They mad, why they mad?
They mad, and they mad
They mad, they mad
They mad, they mad
They mad, and they mad
You mad, you and you mad

I'm ballin', ballin', I'm shot callin'
Gotta brush the gold grills when I wake in the mornin'
You can smell that champagne when a nigga be yawnin'
And I'm straight shittin' on you cause it's lyrical on it
Got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
Then I looked at your mama like damn your sons a disgrace
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I'm tryna clean my house, I walkie talkie my maid
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
This shit make no sense, I got taste
Girls come to my house to have an orgy parade
I just hit 'em like this and leave 'em horny for days
My daddy said I'm a prince, now I'm a king
He sacrificed and went to Heaven, now I'm livin' his dream
You gotta walk like this, you gotta talk like that
I talked this shit into existence, now my stacks on racks
I got stacks on stacks, stacks on racks
Racks on top of stacks and stacks on top of them racks
Move like that on them cats, you move like that and get smacked
I wipe a hundred on my momma, I'm using that like Proac'

I got a hundred dollar bill to get the bump off your face
I got a hundred dollar bill to get them bumps off your face
I got a hundred dollar bill to get them bumps off your face
Got a hundred dollar bill to get them bumps off your face
Use these hundred dollar bills to get these bumps off your face
Now use these hundred dollar bills
To get these bumps off your face
I got a hundred dollar bill to get these bumps off your face
Got a hundred dollar, got damn

Now I'm lookin' through the window and the sky's so blue
Lookin' through the window and my grass' so green
Lookin' through my window, hold on I know you
Hollup, is that Adam Levine?
Adam Levine, I got a hundred (x4)

I'm ballin', ballin', I'm shot callin'
Gotta brush the gold grills when I wake in the mornin'
You can smell that champagne when a nigga be yawnin'
And I'm straight shittin' on you cause it's lyrical on it
Got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

a$ap ferg