Playlist A$ap Rocky

a$ap rocky - fuckin problems

[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and Rocky]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

[Verse 1: A$Ap Rocky]
Hold up bitches simmer down
Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, Asap get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and fuckin bitches, she rollin' swishers
Brought her bitches,
I brought my niggas, they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigger-ish
But at least a nigga nigga rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys, beast

[Hook]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

[Verse 2: Drake]
I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas
you've been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers
I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes
that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out a
nd have a fucking read-along
Ain't a fucking sing-along
unless you brought the weed along
Then ju.. (Okay, okay, okay)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talking, I beast

[Hook]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah ho this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she's from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
Aka Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to a par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back I'll do ya, beast

[Hook]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

a$ap rocky - wassup

Clams Casino, Asap (Wassup)
See me in the hood the gangstas saying wassup (Wassup)

Back once again, sipping 'eine, mixed with juice and gin
Bitches in, couple lady friends countin Benjamins
Spinners spin, on the 20-twins that Mercedes-Benz
Dividends made a change of plans well that all depends
Shout-out my parolees and I smoke that Og
Kush mothafuck the police, all my niggas rock gold teeth
So hood and we so street, sipping on that codeine
We hustle hard no sleep, your bitch loose that's no leash
I ain't talking 'bout no money, I ain't talking 'bout no cars
Talking 'bout no diamonds cause that shit is a façade
Times is really hard, I fucked a couple broads
Smoked some purple out the jars, let me tell you who we are

I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm repping
Tell 'em quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second
Pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm repping
Tell 'em quit the bitching we gon' make it in a second
See me in the hood the gangstas saying wassup (Wassup)

Pretty nigga in some shit you never hear of
Only thing bigger than my ego is my mirror
Yeah, clothes getting weirder
Money get longer, pretty nigga pin your hair up
The nerve of this dude
But I'm cool as a fan, 40 ounce full of brew

I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm repping
Tell 'em quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second
Pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm repping
Tell 'em quit the bitching we gon' make it in a second
See me in the hood the gangstas saying wassup (Wassup)

a$ap rocky - out of this world

Get money addict, I'mma get "Money" tatted
Money in the attics, money in the stashes
Money in the cabinets, stuffed in the mattress
Safe full of guns, more money up in that shit

Taz Arnold Ti$A, Jeremy Scott Adidas
Maison Martin Margiella, three strap sneakers
Riding with a feature, student and a teacher
It's money over bitches, no room for a skeezer
Thinking of a Lambo, Bathing Ape camo

Play with the money, turn Rocky into Rambo
Patience is a virtue, life is a handful
Friends, they'll hurt you, learned that from my grandfolks
Me under a lamp post while I got my hands closed
Haze to my brains like eggs, got it scrambled
Yeah I feel Rihanna and I understand Hov
What you think I rap for? To push a fucking Land Rove?

Now I'm looking back when you said I shouldn't rap
Some slept on me, other niggas took a nap
Now I'm in the basement, probably cooking crack
Gave you teaspoons full but instead, you took a cap
They say Tyga and Diggy but Rocky been Jiggy
Curren$y from the Wiz ain't enough to get me home
Can't really hate when they compare me to Drake
Could have been J. Cole if I met J-Hov

[Hook]
(Who dat? Asap) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip hop is dead, fuck it, let it rest
Reincarnated through me when she resurrect
Long hair, Blue jeans, live on U-Stream
High top boots like Pac in a Juice scene
No it ain't a movie, diamonds in by new gleam
Dead tone cause the redbones is my new thing

[Verse 2]
Nigga, I do things, let the coupe sing
Niggas say I'm insane, Saddam Hussein
Niggas still jokers, me, I'm on my Bruce Wayne
Fly kicks, my shit, yeah, I'm on that Liu Kang
I ain't bragging but I do this, my shoes is Bermudas
I'm bougie in that Gucci but my nudies is my newest
And your foolishness and rumors, I give two shits
I only hear the money, save the bullshit for the Q-Tips
Swag is the coolest, my bitch is the rudest
My jeweler is Jewish and my wrist is the bluest
And I get it poppin on the block like Whoo Kid
Asap standing on the block like the new kids

a$ap rocky - hell

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
We use to wear rugged boots, now it's all tailored suits
Audemars Piguets for my criminal recruits
Champagne flutes, bumpin' rhythm and the blues
My partner made bad moves, he might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks
Riding by the rules I'll abide by it soon
See the situation we? sophisticated goons
I know you live by the gun then you die by it too
Niggas call me prophecy, swagging and philosophies
White on white wagon, call that motherfucker Socrates
Rat ass niggas, fighting for a block of cheese
Catch me out in China stunting yea I'm about my guapanese
My shoe game serious, so serious, Wapanese
Niggas say I'm blessed my bad I forgot to sneeze (achoo)
There your reasons go bitch
I got some tissues for your issues tell 'em blow this

[Hook: Santigold]
Get my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down
Waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me I want everything
It won't take me long

[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky]
Roger, roger, tell em roger that
It?s the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It?s the Rocky cat, turn my swag on, holla back
Throw a dollar at a bidd-itch, tell er suck my di-dick
Cuz they hatin on my cli-ddick, cuz we made it when we did it
Hate it cuz they didn?t
My mama always told me keep your mind on your money
Boy you better pay attention
Ride with the pretty nigga, hoopty, no chauffeur
Paint lookin like a drippin smoothy, no coaster
The game's full of posers, big dog bulldozer
Pop up on 'em like toasters, wake 'em up like Folgers
Cuz Heaven need a villain like Hell need a newer idol
You could bet the crib and car, just renew the title
For now I?m po-pimpin' like them Do or Die dudes
Smoking killa but my doors still suicidal

[Hook]
Get my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down
Waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me I want everything
It won't take me long

[Verse 3: Santigold]
It will hit you on the head
You don?t even gotta hate me now babe
Just as sheeps get led
You could see where I'm going
How you gonna feel now? You know what they say
Really you know that we don?t come how we get down
Everyone, say, "Rocky ahead"
And if you rollin' with A$AP
No, you can?t get it wrong

[Hook]
Get my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down
Waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me I want everything
It won't take me long

a$ap rocky - multiply

[Intro: A$Ap Rocky]
Fuck niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply, fuck niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

[Interlude 1: Juicy J]
Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J
Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin', broke ass, you know what I'm sayin'? Jealous hatin' ass niggas out here man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, know what I'm sayin'?
Man these niggas be smilin' in your face

[Verse 1: A$Ap Rocky]
Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin'
Doo rag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim
One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, bad back
Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill
Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really into throwin' shots
But these mothafuckas better give me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you niggas wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes and these niggas

[Hook: A$Ap Rocky]
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
But if the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply

[Interlude 2: A$Ap Rocky]
I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$Ap Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag swag nigga

[Verse 2: A$Ap Rocky]
Fuck with a nigga like me, Rip my nigga Pimp C
Hba shit is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga
Fuck with a nigga like me, Rip my nigga Pimp C
Hba shit is weak, you can keep that
I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at?
Fuck the Fcc, tell 'em bleep that
(We ain't no fashion killas nigga, we fashionable killas
Ya'll got Flacko)

[Beat switch]

['Pretty Flacko 2' Snippet]
3, 6, suck a nigga dick no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the trap through the hallway
Slow up, Pretty Flacko Jodye
Tell these fuck niggas how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then
On the style, gettin' styled 9 times out of 10
(Y'all got Flacko fucked up)

[Verse 3: A$Ap Rocky]
I'm the motherfuckin' Lord of this fashion shit
Don't I deserve just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My motherfuckin' swag is Immaculate
Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch
I think back to when pockets packin lint
It's like a nigga got rich on accident
Now back to Pimp
Bitches lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch

[Outro: Juicy J]
Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin'
these niggas be out here talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit
man niggas be gettin' extorted like a mothafucka out here man
you know what I'm sayin'

a$ap 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 hoes 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 a 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,
A championship win is
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
(that wasn't no sample nigga!)
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

a$ap rocky - purple swag

[Intro]
Smoke, Ty Beats
Better do it 'til we get right, uhh
This is for my niggaz gettin high on the regular
This is for my bitches gettin high on the regular

[ASAP Rocky]
Purple drink, I still sip
Purple weed, blunt still lit
Real nigga, real bitch
Purple swag, that trill shit
Them candy cars, I'm coming down
That paint drip, I still tip
That pimp shit, she ain't plan to fuck
I pick her up, I still hit
That's swag, bitch

[Chorus]
Everything is purple (swag)
Everything is purple... (swag, swag, swag) "I said"
Everything is purple (swag)
Everything is purple... (swag, swag, swag)

[Verse 2]
Purple swag, purple swag
I'm in the zone, I'm getting throwed
That purple swag, purple swag
That purple smoke, up in my clothes
That big booty, juicy fruity
Yellow bone, I wanna bone
I'm gettin dome, I took her out
Dick in her mouth, she gettin on
I'm flexin steel, I'm flexin still
I'm sittin high, I'm tippin slow
I'm Texas trill, Texas trill
But in NY we spit it slow
(I got these boppers goin crazy)
(They see me comin)
(Robitussin, quit discussin)
(ASAP, tell these niggaz somethin)

[Chorus]

a$ap rocky - purple kisses

[Hook]
It's so easy to fall in love

[Verse 1]
Purple kisses on your neck, thinking 'bout the day we met
Body dripping sweat, eat that, beat that pussy wet
Purple silhouettes, purple drank and cigarettes
She is my addiction, nigga need a Nicorette
Trill-ass misses, fuck her where a nigga rest
ASAP tat cause that's what a nigga rep
Style fresh to death, show you bitches how to flaunt
And the Yves St. Laurent, or her Isabel Marant
Like when Jay-Z out, tryna take B out
All these magazines try to play me out
All my ex-girls tryna fade me out
By the ending I was finished, so it's crazy how

[Hook]
It's so easy to fall in love

[Verse 2]
Okay wait, now hold up, let me switch that flow up
Call her to come over and you just try to control her
Ever since I growed up, I been got my dough up
Now I'm smoking more blunts and I'm sipping 'til I'm poured up
Tore up from the floor up, tore down from my toes up
Get throwed 'til I throw up, but I'm pimping like I'm 'sposed to
Got the illest chocha, reason why I chose her
Mami is a rider and see me I be that roller
She hate a rap nigga walking with his nose up
She date a rap nigga walking with his toaster
So take your picture, get your close-up
Another fake imitation, just a poser on a poster
I did it again for my culture
Went Tesla roadster, traded it in for a Rover
Just to get a nigga chauffeured
Driver pull over, tipping and picking these hoes up
I'm slipping from feeling this sober
Window is rolled up, this purple kissed on my shoulder
Undress and I sex and I hold her
Caressing her breast with my head on her chest I'm all on her

[Hook]
It's so easy to fall in love

a$ap rocky - fashion killa

Her pistol go, her pistol go, I said her pistol go
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go, her pistol go, I said her pistol go
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said

Rockin', rollin', swaggin' to the max
My bitch a fashion killa
She be busy poppin' tags
She got a lotta Prada, that Dolce & Gabbana
I can't forget Escada, and that Balenciaga
I'm sippin' purple syrup, come be my Aunt Jemima
And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana
Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama
She jiggy like Madonna
But she trippy like Nirvana
Cause everything designer
Her jeans is Helmut Lang, shoes is Alexander Wang
And her shirt the newest Donna Karan
Wearin' all the Cartier frames
Jean Paul Gaultiers cause they match
With her persona

I said her pistol go, her pistol go, I said her pistol go
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go, her pistol go, I said her pistol go
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said

I see your Jil Sanders, Oliver Peoples
Costume National, your Ann Demeuelemeester
See Visvim be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain
Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant
I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior
Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from the store
I crush down with that top down, bossy see how I ride 'round
Mami in that Tom Ford, Papi in that Thom Browne
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it by the stock
She ball until she fall
That means she shop 'til she drop
And Versace: got a lot, but she may never wear it
But she save it so our babies
Will be flyer than their parents

Her pistol go, her pistol go, I said her pistol go
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go, her pistol go, I said her pistol go
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said

Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupe
Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together
Bags and links, jeans and shoes
Spikes and patent leathers
Different fabrics mixed together
You and me, me and you
Go away together, we could get away forever
All emotions clashing, thrashing
Someone turn the light out
I met my baby
Expressed my passion on my fashion night out

Her pistol go, her pistol go, I said her pistol go
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go, her pistol go, I said her pistol go
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said her pistol go

a$ap rocky - pmw

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
All I think about is life, nights, sippin' on Sprite
Little codeine, nigga get throwed right
Two blonde dykes wanna kiss all night
I just pray to God that the shit go right
Little argument, and their fists don't fight
Fuck a dog ho and the bitch gon' bite
A$AP nigga, sip Cris all night
So them R Kelly hoes gettin' pissed on twice
Damn, how a young nigga get so nice?
Young nigga cold like he sittin' on ice
Fuck broke, tryin' to be rich all life
I could've been a criminal and just rolled dice
My nuts hangin', my top back
Hoes screamin' that Pac back
Throwin' Westside, bandana tied
A$AP life, gotta Pac tat
Harlem world my whole block strapped
Hoes all on my jock strap
My whip white but my top black
And my bitch white, but my cock black
Purple drink, got that
Tell these hoes all to twerk somethin'
Bounce on me, bitch, hurt somethin'
Tell her pop that pussy like it's worth somethin'
So shawty, she a stunna' and daddy, he a runna'
Be that pretty mothafucka,
you could call me what you wanna
Cause I'm in love with that ass, she in love with the cash
So she shakin' it fast and then makin' them stacks
And I'm takin' it back and I'm takin' her back
To the house just to bust in her mouth
and I'm kickin' her out

[Bridge]
How 'bout me and you and you and I
Take a ride to make this high
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
So I say

[Hook]
Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Y-yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
That's all a nigga need (Y-yeah)

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
It's A$AP Q, where the bread at?
Fuck around and bring the hush puppies back
She fuck me and the homies, she was cool with that
The block hot so I'm shaded in my bucket hat
Pause a little bit, I gotta little advice
If you fucked her once, then you could fuck her twice
And don't get head from hoes with overbites
Just giving out game, nigga, show your right
Born stunna nigga, turn night to bright
High as a kite in my Nike Flights
Made 30 Racks it was just a flight
Flew a bitch out too, it was just a night
Shorty got the booty make a nigga say, "Woah"
Can I suck your titties, tryin' to see how far I can go
Try again and then again and she ain't tellin' me no
Sweetie tell me how you feelin', can I feel on you mo'?
She said, "I ain't fuckin' for free",
but ain't shit I can't afford
Shit, I'll pay you for it
Now bounce that ass on my bungie cord
Uh, yeah, whoopsie daisy
Put a good kid in your Section.80
Turn a baby into a lady
Now here go the keys to my new Mercedes
Cause shawty she a stripper
All you got to do is tip her
She got ballers with some money
When you fuck them other niggas
Now do A through Z for a G
Panties go down to her feet
Pussy get wetter for me
Smackin' that ass to the beat
Give her that Diggity-D

[Bridge]
How 'bout me and you and you and I
Take a ride to make this high
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
So I say

[Hook]
Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Y-yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
That's all a nigga need (Y-yeah)

a$ap rocky - long live aap

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in women
Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes
Nose bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction
Trigger finger itching fuck parental supervision
This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi
I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith and
A bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen
Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis
A bunch of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion
My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas
Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition
For my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets gets
On the road to riches, a diamond rings, designer jeans
Toking on that biscuit till I'm no longer existing
I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history
Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Who said you can't live forever lied
Of course, I'm living forever I'll
Forever, I'll live long
You can't ever deny
My flaws, I'm living forever I'll
Forever, I'll LIVE

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Riding through your city like that motherfucka mine
Or toking on that semi rob a motherfucka blind
License plate says wipe me down, car from 1989
But a nigga sits so pretty call that motherfucker fine
Lost your motherfucking mind, what's on your mind niggas talking down
Never talk to cops, make him talk God when I tote that 9, he ain't talking now
Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean watch your back
Better guide your track, better not look back
Now stay in line, don't step on cracks
So you break her back I'm talking 'bout your mom
Cause there's killers in my town, making hits, sniffing lines
Out committing crimes, wait for shit to simmer down
Corrupted little minds, 8 and 9, finna shine
On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya
Where they shoot without a purpose, services 'n hearses
Kids who ain't deserve it, can't survive a thing, you're worthless
Strangers make me nervous, who's that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains?

[Hook]

[Outro]
Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit
And that bitch, know we poppin' so she boppin' on this dick
Nigga, R.I.P. to PIMP, can't forget Little Flip
And I take it out to Memphis so shout out to triple six

[Hook]

a$ap rocky - jd

[Intro]
Yo, what's your name, young blood? What they call you?
Well I got, I got, James, Jimmy, Jimmy Dean
Yeah I've been feeling that really Jd swag lately

[Verse 1]
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece
Bust my Glock to ensure that all you niggas rest in peace
Uh, Schwarzenegger I, straight slaughter niggas
I'm offin niggas, screaming off with niggas heads
They all surrender, better call for niggas
Come at all you niggas heads, talk em off a ledge
I'm arguing with 'em, I'm done talking with 'em
I order coffins for 'em, call the coroner for 'em
Get a comforter for 'em, I did all you niggas beds
I want all you niggas dead
You want all you nigga money, royalness and bread
Royalties instead of rollies for your boys
but loyalty is dead

[Outro]
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece
Bust my Glock to ensure that all you niggas rest in peace
Rep my block, quick to draw on all you niggas I
f there's beef
Blow your spot, better pray to Lord
this shit don't hit the streets
Jimmy Dean

a$ap rocky - peso

[Verso 1]
I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm repping
Tell my niggas quit the bitching and we gon' make it in a second
Never disrespected plus I'm well connected
With this coke that I imported, just important as your president
Swagger so impressive and I don't need a necklace
But these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that 7
Them 6's, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in
Blowing blunts rolling doobies up, smoking sections
Groupies rush hold they boobies up, in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you ain't round my clique for nothing
Cause our presence is a present, just to kick it is a blessing

[Hook]
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
Cause everyday we on our pesos
(Gun cock, gun shot, gonna lick a boy)
Cause everyday we on our pesos

[Verso 2]
Your bitch just said I'm hot, man I told her I agree
She gon' really think I'm hot, if I told her my degrees
Pull up in that hard-top, showing off my keys
Graduate school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees
Couple A, B, C's, bad bitch double D's
Popping E, I don't give a F, told you I'm a G
A.S.A.P., Stevie got it on his sleeve
But I got it on my chest, my nigga this is what I breath
Inhale, exhale, cocaine, X pills
Import, export, Harlem catching wrecks still
So mami show me how that neck feel
Later show me how the rest feel, for now just chill

[Hook]
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
Cause everyday we on our pesos
(Gun cock, gun shot, gonna lick a boy)
Cause everyday we on our pesos.

a$ap rocky - untitled

[Verse 1]
Niggas pistol popping like it's 1999
I was 9 maybe 10, then again never mind
Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes
Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes
That was Gucci, Prada and anything designer
Money, power, the whole enchilada
Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava
They serve you to your flocka if you disrespect that blocka, blocka
Choppas on eaves droppers, fuck these choppas I'm about it
Grindin' like 2Pac with Biggie Poppa, yeah you outer but I'm hotter (Right!)
Car jacking, pistol packing, mothafuckin' choppers clapping
Metal jacket automatic magazines head on traffic
Fenders smashing, windows crashing, pants sagging, fuck your fashion
Yeah a nigga run Manhattan, back in Cali's where it happen
It's Gucci, Escada, and anything designer
Groupies, poppers they all gonna swallow
It was probably the robbers, the goons and the goblins
They hating a lot, medulla oblongata

[Verse 2]
Maserati like Atari with no car keys push to start it
New Bugatti, 2 Bugatti's, Tesla Roadster, new Ferrari
Lamborghini, system bumping, me no warried, Rastafari
This the hardest supersonic, systematic, too retarded
New Versace, new apartment, bigger closet, newer carpet
Hit departments, cool it all, must set my goal if you accomplish
Shoot a target cause you the target, moving targets, new accomplish
Kill the game but still regardless, beat the charges, do the honors

a$ap rocky - keep it g

Fuck the bullshit my nigga
Y'all niggas started this shit, Asap started it, y'all finish it
Don't let these mothafuckin' devils come between y'all
They start tryna separate shit, make this shit they shit
Or somethin' that it's not, y'all niggas got the mothafuckin' plan
Build the mothafuckin' plan,
keep the team straight and keep that shit G
Don't let these mothafuckas come in between y'all
Y'all got the power, keep the power in y'all mothafuckin' hands
Fuck these niggas man, go get it, ya feel me? Keep it G

This is music for the villains, sophisticated cheerin'
Asap in the house, now we're finna run the building
Working never chilling 'til I get a million
To the ceiling, now my niggas gunning for a billion
They ask me how I'm living, I say I'm gold grilling
Niggas acting different, motherfuck a friendship
These bitches is persistent, talking 'bout I'm distant
Lost my mind a long time ago to find it, need forensics
For instance, I get-get my dick licked
Red bone, complexion like a piglet, kiss-kiss
Fuck Ace, we sip Cris, afford it cause I'm getting it
Drip-drip, the thought of it is ignorant, isn't it?
I'm ticklish, stunting is my business
Swagging on you hoes and I'm shitting on you niglets
So little homie, peep game
Cause these other rappers lame and don't care to do the same

(Hey, young blood) Stay true to the game
Fuck them lames, keep it mothafucking G
(Hey, young blood) Nigga I'mma tell you
Like a mothafucking G told me
(Hey, young blood) Stay true to yourself
Everyday, low-mothafucking-key
(Hey, young blood) Cause at the end of the day
Fuck what you say, nigga I'mma keep it G

Well let me tell you about a nigga like me
I be smoking, choking, black locing with the Oe
She wants to take a dick ride, we slide
Straight to the telly, shaking her jelly with my dick inside
Hit it in motion, in slow motion, hit it
Nigga, she's open, nigga I'm poking, split it
With it, get it right there in the bed
Open up your legs, let me beat that pussy red
Fuck what you said, I'mma still do me
Groupies, be sucking and fucking, porno movie
Do we have a problem in here
Look a nigga in the eye as I notice the fear
I am severe, my style is hella sharp, like a spear
All I do is sit back and think with a 40 beer
And you gotta feel the funk
While the bass plays loud booming all in your damn trunk

(Hey, young blood) Stay true to the game
Fuck them lames, keep it mothafucking G
(Hey, young blood) Nigga I'mma tell you
Like a mothafucking G told me
(Hey, young blood) Stay true to yourself
Everyday, low-mothafucking-key
(Hey, young blood) Cause at the end of the day
Fuck what you say, nigga I'mma keep it G

a$ap rocky