A$AP TyY - Comme Des Fawk Down lyrics

rate me

ft. Young Money Yawn

Sticky weed is all I need, don’t ask about me, yeah, you know who I be

TyY been a young money thief, nigga, roll around the motherfucking east

I done play and I bounce, roll up another ounce

Your bitch wanna count my cash ‘cause she know I have a large amount

Got pounds in the safe, nigga, I live so great

Balling hard, you can never take my place

And I ain’t talking about no D way, faking jewels off EBay

Pussy nigga, I let the heat spray, don’t listen to that hearsay

That “she say” or get shot, get a little broke ass nigga pop

What you know about pot? Nigga, look at my watch

Shit don’t tick, nigga, pass that crisp

I’mma take your bitch, she’s all on my dick

No time to waste, gotta cut to the chase

Gotta fight by eight, bitch, don’t make me late

Stones in my cup and I’m sipping in this purp

Call that shit herbal, fuck with me, I hurt you

I’m on my own but I ain’t open

A megaphone, put you on a poster

Just bitch the word, the missionary? That’s necessary

No body found, corps flow around like cemetery

Chop, chop, chopper, popping choppers

These J streets label me a shotter

Snot nose, that’s weed money, no haircuts made me a rasta

Fifty rounds, that’s K, my bad bitch, that’s bait

When I’m around you know she around, she everywhere that I lay

When it’s safe her, let’s stay, but at wartime it get gray

I tot a double barrel and a Glock now, don’t fuck around and get sprayed

I know you love your momma, don’t you wanna see your son?

Gotta pay me all my money ‘fore your pussy ass get done

We doing this shit for fun

Choppers on deck, still fuck with my amigos

Fuck your main bitch, chop her off like these kilos

Bite like bitch, snatch your chain like I’m Dibo

I’m still in the trap and I’m running from my PO

Been around for a long time

Talked about them young niggas gone, live a long time

Pussy nigga better testify

Snaz low ‘cause a nigga steady, man, I be getting high

Fuck getting by, probably driving by

365, nigga hide in a plane

Stay in your lane, nigga, this is my game

Shoot, nigga, aim, niggas don’t feel my pain

Pray catch me in the streets with a hundred niggas deep

Old Corvette on the beach, probably getting head on the seats

None regular, none average

Probably sipping Coladas with a bad bitch

Oh, man, we playing with these niggas right here