[Intro: Bloody Loco & Voice 2] So recognize that shit You better fuckin' recognize that fuckin' name right now... I recognize, I recognize A$AP Recognize that shit, A$AP A$... fucking $AP I recognize You don't put no fuckin' fear in my heart
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] These other niggas so-so, they open off my mojo Spanish Sophie with a half a kilo by her cho-cho Blow it out your culo, who got dough on the smoke, though? My partner had cinco, now we blowin' on that ocho Bozos love my rose gold, purple got me slow-mo' Stuntin' like I'm Dorothy but my rubies in my gold, though What you think this four for, these niggas must be loco Steppin' on these bricks and for your fix so call me Toto Follow me, follow me, follow me now
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Now I'ma come through getting down Got a new Cadillac with a diamond in the back Got a bitch, and she bad with about a hundred tats Got my goons on deck, and we got a hundred straps What you know about that, got me swaggin' to the max Everybody know we got the shit and baggages to match Better come correct, fuck what the basis is Gold grills like a set of new braces is
[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky] Why they comment on my set, though? They lookin' cause my neck gold And I let that TEC show (Hu-huh-huh), hear that echo? Let go, that medal, .38 special, to your threshold Niggas actin' petro, like they sexual was metro Bunch of bad bitches fuckin' out on tour Like it through the back door, give it to her raw Shimmy Shimmy Ya: ODB, ODB Fuckin' other niggas' broads: OPP, OPP
[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky] Comin' down stuntin' like a bitch, bitches on my dick On the set and they like the nicotine to cigarette How they fiending for a nigga, got these hoes up on my sack Got my niggas in the back, couple bitches in the back A$AP, where it's at, where that weed? How that cake? Bitches all up in my face, back back, give me space 'Cause you know how we do it, niggas scream A$AP Ayy, Clams nigga, tell me where that bass at?
[Outro: A$AP Rocky] Yeah, Clams Casino, nigga, A$AP Where that bass? Where that bass, Clams? Harlem, yeah, where that bass? Trill shit Trill shit from a trill nigga, all my purple people I be that pretty mothafucka' (Swag) Bass, bass!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
