ASAP Rocky - R. Cali lyrics

rate me

Niggas pistol popping like it's 1999

I was 9, maybe 10, then again never mind

Press rewind, back in time, before rappers dropping dimes

Trap or die, chopping pies, with clichés all in they rhymes

Now it's Gucci, Prada and anything designer

Money, power, the whole enchilada

Commas, dollars, the greens and the guava

They serve you to your flocka

If you disrespect that blocka, blocka

Choppers on eavesdroppers

Fuck these choppers I'm about it

Grinding like 2Pac with Biggie Poppa

Yeah, you outer but I'm hotter, right

Carjacking, pistol packing, motherfucking choppers clapping

Metal jacket automatic magazines head on traffic

Window smashing, windows crashing

Pants sagging, fuck your fashion

Yeah, a nigga run Manhattan

Back in Cali's where it happen

It's Gucci, Escada, and anything designer

Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow

It was probably the robbers, the goons and the goblins

They hating a lot, medulla oblongata

Maserati like Atari with no car keys, push to start it

New Buggatti, two Bugattis

Tesla Roadster, new Ferrari

Lamborghini, system bumping

Me no worried, Rastafari

This the hardest supersonic

Systematic, too retarded

New Versace, new apartment

Bigger closet, newer carpet

Hit departments, cool it all

Must set my goal if you accomplish

Shoot a target, you the target

Moving targets, new accomplish

Kill the game but still regardless

Beat the charges, do the honors