A$AP Ferg - Lord Lyrics

I ain't never had shit
Now I'm 'bout to piss, wouldn't throw it at her
Sherm got me high, get your ass in the shower
Took one pause, shit, told her it wasn't sour
Hit a double drum, shit getting louder, shit getting louder
Mulan bitch wanna fuck more hour
Start sucking dick, bitch, enough of the powder
Come fuck with this boogie nigga
Come fuck with this boogie nigga
High fashion consuming nigga
You flock with them booty niggas
‘Cause you fuck with them booty niggas
Now Fergie all up in your groupie, nigga
Reincarnation of Master Ferradi
Elijah Muhammad reside in my heart
Dissing up blow the size of my lord
Knowledge was born reside young lord
Tripping yourself is no vanishing lord
Study your scriptures and follow your god
Life in the trap I know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life, just abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord

You gotta get it from a cherry, though
I don’t know if they can hear me, though
Thought you niggas ever bother tryina see me, I’m a criminal
Oh, lord, what’s he seen, the side of a scope
I’mma let it hit, I’mma sever all, I take it, wants to make it, sent it off
I’mma burry you motherfuckers without a coffin
We never taking the shorts, we never taking the losses
When I done it with my crew, Asap right here, we bosses
Anybody with a ball will kick, I’mma level my charge, I’m damn sure to make it stick
You must be looking to suffer, well I’mma make it quick
Got a train load of hish that’ll make you sick
I’m in it like a mob, quicker than a pandemic
Borne came original, now they get me, can you do the hail, yeah, they can dig it
While I’m sitting on my throne staring at you niggas
Tryina get it

… and the dishing I don’t give a fuck
It’s like on 86, a motherfucker play me like I’m cannabis
I’m ready for the battle like a Pegasus
I’m never gonna take it in, I know that I’mma break it in
…put that bacon in the lil’ bit …
Have anything to do, we selling every bite that they could smoke
I take a token, I’mma rig it in

…like a picket through the soul, like a picket through the soul
But I’m ricking like a reaper, rather keep it where they go
Straight to the drou, creeping and I’m peeping and I’m living in his home
Now they don’t really know
Licking, I’mma keep it, I’mma take it every foe
For the love of the money I gotta reap in what I saw
But I keep it what I know for the ending of the road
I gotta go, gotta go, when I get it on my nose
…I kinda live alone, out the box with a cock and crow
And a Glock and a bow
Dog, where you wanna blow to the clock
And the time they say it gonna fly
All y’all niggas did took a ….

Got them stuck in the grave
I’m on the grind four time now they wish to get paid
I let a housing motherfucker put a brush to the face
I cut the breaks, hit the stage, now they looking amazed
I went from cooking the yay to 100,000 dollars shows
Gotta book in the date and I’mma split it with my bros
Gotta get it, how we go, come here with the pros
No, I’m never gonna fold, I watch the bid here grow
If it ain’t about dough then it ain’t about jack
And I’mma take it like I want it, I ain’t giving it back
I get a single to stack then I get on attack
I’m like the Tasmanian devil, nigga, bigger than Shaq
Call the reaper, get the shovel, I’m a certified rebel
With a league of my own and that’s a whole ‘nother lever
Never free, I never settle, keep the pedal to the medal
And when them haters in my rearview, hello, hello

Burn, baby, let it burn, now it’s my turn
Knock a nigga into sense like a hundred thousand vials of sherm
Then I kill ‘em with 2000 words in 2 minutes
You never heard another nigga spit it like my niggas
You heard ‘em try to get with it but couldn’t
They the quicker, they the realest
Man, they think they can get with this
And I’m a out-rap them, but I’m never gonna be the fucking victim
‘Cause I’d rather be the suspect
Haven’t I given enough yet
Can’t they understand they ain’t dealing with a punk bitch
One quick boom and it’s murder
And I’m a serve a nigga exactly what he deserving
A$AP, but wait a minute
I’m probably one sickest nigga that ever did it
I’m in it ‘cause I’m a win it
I’m a motherfucking lyrical tyrant
Pivotal giant of this shit
And I do way more, just twist the words
You better listen and observe how I rip the verb
Niggas get the nerve to run up on me, but my shit’s superb
I’ll probably hit a nigga once before he hit the curb
So get at me, I’m kinda trigger happy
When it come to shooting my gift
I’m like a 44 magnum, stag one
Backin' em up, body bag full of niggas
Whack raps, that’s whack, so I’m stacking ‘em up
Kray Jack in the cut, still got a little bit of murder for ‘em
Murderous poet, I create a bloody murder poem
So when they run up on me, nigga, be ready to show ‘em

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