[Intro: ASAP Rocky] Yo, ASAP here We 'bout to kill a fucking game You know who the fuck we are You know my motherfucking name I fucked your dame And she bought me a chain And a range And a pinky ring, bling, bling And all my niggas here, they about to kill this shit What you say Nast?
[Verse 1: ASAP Nast] Hold up dog, Nast in this bitch again Sipping Hen, staring at that white girl from Michigan She was with a friend, fat ass fly ho I went in for the kill, ASAP, pronto So wait boo, 'fore we hit your condo Got another letter from Whiney in Chicago Whitney love ta model? I'm thinkin' ménage With a truck out front in a Chevy getting Tahoe Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold Hoes at my feet, blew right by folks Nuttin' on sucker niggas is what I was designed for That fresh, fresh to death, I should have designed clothes But I'm blessing these tracks, sick flow, swine flu Y'all ain't fucking with Nast, I been nice, y'all knew Haha, nigga that shit times two I'm who your bitches wanna kick it with, kung-fu But what, dog? What is you saying? Nast in this bitch, ho, why is you playing Like I won't slay this stage on some gang shit? Ten-and-two I made him, beat hard, flow hurt ya Cali swag bitch, snapback, no jerkin' Fuck work, fuck money in hands, hoes know this Fast forward, past focus, I'm that on it One of the best to do, I think not, you bet on it Giant ass you be lumberjack Paul Bunyon Hoes love it, lover never put none above it Wanna hug me tighter than jeans ass sportin' Carry corpses to cemetaries, that's very often Sport fortune, Matchboxes, that awesome
[Verse 2: SPACEGHOSTPURRP] So what I say, motherfucker Already know I never been a sucker See I lust ya, I bought ya Baby come home, babygirl, what's your name, Wanda? Do you wanna get up on me? Do you wanna bend over? Do you feel horny? Do you wanna feel the stroke? It's kind of like Facebook when you feel a poke ASAP, no joke Raider Clan, all back and we aiming at your throat
[Verse 3: ASAP Rocky] I wanna rap but the bitches want me, though D&G briefs fit a nigga like a Speedo Skinny nudie jeans, though Boots before they be low He flow, 100 degrees, the jewels zero Rockstar rap, he reps Guitar Hero Leopard Louboutins like Speedo on Steve-O Charge me on the game, couldn't pause me on Tivo Beyonce, the Kanye, I got a big ego On to that next shit, you looking at the bestest Married to the game, treat you niggas like my stepkids Pull up in a Porsche, niggas get nausea Didn't write the rules but my status like the author Just crashed the range, so I pulled the Bent out Probably getting brains, chilling in the penthouse Swagging on you maggot and I'm about to lay the pimp down Christian Louboutin red bottoms come in mens now On to the next ones, skinny jeans fit in Pull up to the shows and these hoes know to get in Said they like my fitted clothes down to my split ends Little do she know, I got a big ego Automatic weapon need an order of protection Killin Feelin all these records so my charges is molesting Assault with deadly weapons, got these rappers feeling threatened A hip-hop veteran, I'm a hip-hop felon
[Verse 4: ASAP Twelvy] It's a war going on outside and we started it Believe that or die, nigga, on some martyr shit All my niggas on the scene like some Sparta shit And we came to double up on that Harlem shit We all eating, this is how it's supposed to go Stop speaking, this is how you supposed to flow The ins and out, never win this route I never lose again, it's like every day I lose a friend To some dumb shit, whore and dumb bitch So a hating nigga, whore cuff wrists I know a lot of niggas sitting in a cell now For the shit I've done, I'm probably even hell-