Aw lord baby, she got a flip phone

Damn baby, I been smoking

Been choking and its so potent baby, we high baby

And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby

You a giant baby, you steppin' on these niggas' necks

Sometimes you gotta just ease that left foot off baby

And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, baby

And choke them even harder

'Cause you's a dawg, you's f*cking [??], these are puppies baby

They can't f*ck with you baby, lord



[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]

Racks on racks on racks

Dapper Dan all on my back

Double G all on my cap

Monogram on a Maybach

Testing that n*gger like Pap (smear)

Eating that bitch from the back (yeah)

Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah)

Lil Pump she makin' it clap

I'm 'bout to write here me a letter

Tell 'em I'm doing way better

"Plain Jane" the song of the year

I'm busy just chasing the lettuce

I'ma Calvin Klein model on billboards

I did a campaign with the fellas

Adidas done gave me another deal

And Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)

Shoot videos in the PJ's

Then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)

They sending me all these free clothes

Momma just put it on eBay

I run the sh*t like a relay

Niggas gon' have to press replay

Yammy say hi to my daddy for me

And Jam Master Jay for TJ



[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]

Goddamn, nigga

When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella

'Cause that sh*t just bounce off you with that Gucci

God, nigga I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby

'Cause you just all over the f*ckin' world with this sh*t, baby

Niggas cannot touch you



[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]

Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget

You don't wanna see a pretty scene get drastic

f**kin' with the lords, no Frodo Baggins

Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch

Even though my name is Denzel, no actin'

Pap-pap, puttin' everything inside a casket

Track that, everything is gonna be a classic

Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic

When I'm rappin', got no hard-on, double tappin'

From a city built on coke and pistol-packin'

See you flagging and they packin' what you lackin'

Take you out and then they act like nothin' happen

Amnesia got rid of the heater

Back in the hood where they blowin' on reefer

I follow the light while you follow the leader

Now a nigga overseas where they checkin' my Visa, look



[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]

Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?

Is that a Nextel baby, Chirp baby

This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the f*ck

Nigga, you gotta step it up

You need to get you a trap phone

You need to get one of these f*ckin' Motorola's

Niggas can't even track us, baby



[Verse 3: IDK]

Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah

Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't even tying up to punks

Imagine when I tie 'em up, yeah

I shake 'em, they gon' need a crutch, yeah

And I ain't talking groupie bitches when I say they got their panties in a bunch

I'm talking niggas, I ain't talking nada

They ain't talking figures, gotta be six, seven or better

Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up

Tryna stay on pace? you gon' have to step up

Cruising in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up

Pull up to the place, f*cked her when we met up

Yeah, I'm getting buzz, but I never let up

I ain't seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up

I'm playing chess, you stuck on checkers

That's why your gang can never check us

They take your chain, and now you neck-less

Check up, check up, check up, check up

I got a check on my watch (wait)

I'm losing track of time 'cause I don't hear tick or no tock (yeah)