[A$AP Rocky] I just want my credit like I´m Soulja Camo like Rambo, big draco ´cross the shoulder I´m fine-tuned on iTunes if you shuffle Test the boy Le Suess like I came to tune your motor Motherfucker, mumble rapper, I´d rather be a mogul Million dollar market deals closin´ on my mobile Keep the grass cut, got a phobia for cobra You should low-key fuck the world when I´m vulgar Man I used to listen to that nigga when I was younger Found out he´s a poser when I got a ´lil older
My bitch used to model for the Vogue, but she older A truce and a foe, sittin´ ´round watchin´ poker No buns in the oven, or babies in the stroller Just guns in the cupboard, and some ladies comin´ over See I´m a pretty boy, manicures with the rollers And babushkas on the head, like grandmothers and the Roman Some women throw me bras, some women throw me roses Might even flash a titty while she on a nigga shoulders They goin´ crazy at my shows, she passed out if I noticed her Yeah, we in the buildin´ ´til the shit is forced for closure Yeah, we not the same, I ain´t tryna play it like a lame nigga
Switch a gang, switch the beat, like the track that´s playin´ (That´s playin´)
[Part II]
[Tyler, The Creator] Ayo (Woo, woo) Bitch, I called you a Uber, and that´s the only way I´m giving you payback (Yeah) My shit nasty like that one nigga from A$AP Been ill since I was twelve, was Rocky but ended swell Now say Tyler, watch these motherfuckers start ringing bells (Ding-dong) ´Cause I spit fire, and shit cold This shit so mean, nice rocks and I get stones This shit so clean and bright, bold (Yeah) The gold got a grip hold
All these Lucky Charms like a thick bowl The diamonds all appraised (Nigga), yeah Y´all go to Avianne and y´all get a lease in that bitch My earlobes got them yellow boogers like I sneezed in that bitch (Achoo) Your 808s is dry, you need to put some grease in that bitch And let it sit, nigga Fuck what you heard And fuck rap, I make a living off that 4-letter word (GOLF) One-stop shop, nigga, just to sell them shoes The profit margins lookin´ higher than them airplane views Y´all getting fucked in your deals, and they share that lube I push the cum-colored Beamer and the inside blue (Skrrrt)
I push an Elon too, and the 675 The long tail, like the mane that´s on A$AP Lou Whips, whips, whips, whips, Kunta started a fight The 720 ordered and I still go ride me a bike But don´t follow in yours (Nah), Vill behind me in sight (Yeah) My niggas strictly like 9s, like young Mike and his type (Pew-pew) Rip, you better zip that lip and zip up quick And shit, he´d probably suck my dick and kiss his bitch (Mwah) It´s two sides to each coin, I call heads (Heads) Been countin´ so much goddamn coin, my palm red (Uh) I spend it on some books and some diamonds that shed light And them hoes shine just like the top of a bald head, nigga