Bout to shut down the future festival And my future see a lot of decimals Show you coward suckers what the tech'll do Leave 'em stiff, leave them frozen like a vegetable Westwood whats really good in the hood my dude? And I've got the drop top you see me driving through I get them chopped and screwed I got the livest crew I'm doin numbers every summer man I got to do Pots and pans when I do my dance see my pants they come from France Bitches wanna go on dates if they broke they ain't got no chance Tell her I need Goyard bags, tell her I got all that swag If you wanna date me, bitch, better take me To Chow's or Phillipe's, bitch you seen my peops A-S-A-P bitch we deep up in these streets Pretty nigga gold teeth and I roll too deep If you want it with my niggas with the reaper you will meet Huh, sleep up in that dirt nigga, leave 'em in the hearse Pretty nigga long shirts they say we wearin skirts 50 for a verse I tell you it might hurt if a nigga on my turf Talkin records gettin murked And I swear im in the charger, fuck that we in the Lam Crazy ass nigga somethin' like the son of sam Goddamn I'm the man in my kicks from Japan Brother man fifth low, and I do the disco
Oh Understand me (2x)
We bout to won the grammy Next year cause my shit came too early I’m the jiggy young nigga bitch you heard me
Understand me (2x)
Long live A$AP is winnin' Grammys 'bout ten a those, 'bout ten a those And my bad bitches always be in centerfold Rocky where you been? I been thuggin' lately Fuck that shit these niggas watchin' jockin' and they buggin' lately Talkin' bout i’m switch hittin', talkin' 'bout I'm mainstream You should just be happy a young nigga who made green Made dreams come true though and I’m high on Pluto And I got a foreign car it only came with like two doors And got niggas dead broke career kudos I don’t give a fuck but this shit right here my new flow My old flow you stole that, old shit that’s throwback Fuck that I got the white cap on black hoodie and a skull cap in Bitches know better fall back, ball bat to your head Crack that leave you dead heard what I said Then i’m all ah scraps and my lips is looking chapped Cause I ain’t got chapstick to put it on my huh Tell your fucking girl suck up on my knob Cause I’m a A$AP nigga ridin' with the mob in the suave
Aye Westwood what's good? You got somethin' else for me? This is off the top, Whatever you got Jiggy cause I'm pretty boy Jiggy cause I'm pretty
Lil' Keke got free free bose but you know I scroll it Fuck that shit we got this weed up and you can't be rollin' See my piff game niggas holdin' it down in London town When I come around got to hold that crown, four pound I shut 'em down Harlem nigga never stutter word to my mother And you rich bout to keep it gutter in a butter never butter Never stutter never nervous Runnin' from the cops, drunk as fuck and I'm swervin' And I got a permit, I ain't got no license And I wrap the game tight, you can call it vice grips And you know your biceps get hit with that tech if you talk Respect it you better respect, Protect Ya Neck that Wu-Tang shit Niggas gettin' throwed for the twenty thirteen on the scene A$AP ya' mean getting green, green, green, green Gettin green green Got five for these verses, purple like his shirt is A$AP up in London town, gotta tell 'em where my turf is Other rappers is worthless, leave them all in hearses And I got like 4 long shirt thieves they ain't no shirtses No curses, fuck that, back on the trap when I spit Fuck that they can go back on my dick when I come with this classic shit Cause they bitin' but ain't nobody excited when I write it So it's o