A$AP Mob - Full Metal Jacket lyrics
rate meAh, asap, guess who just came up
From the land of milk and honey where the thing buck
Great a mac 11 till a nigga spring buck
And it’s snakes in the grass cause the bitch ain’t cut
That lean or that tressy be up in my cup
Slinging up drugs, there’s no stretching no cough
4 gold chains same color with the slugs
At the chain where the place say
Don’t give a fuck
You on that block, you that stoop
Tryina get cash for the coupe, get cash for the coupe
Got gashing the loop, might spaz on your troop
Cause that’s what I do, old fashion the bow
With a bad bitch or 2
All on my tube, all on my jewels
Man I’m awfully cool,
Whole of these dudes, watching all of our moves
I’m oftenly...
Henny in my cup, half of blunt in my jaws,
Said fuck court now I’m fucking from the law
Paid the attorney I give a fuck about the charge
Think the whole’s matlock wait to get a nigga off
Feeling like Kurt Kobain, black bitch love cocaine
Run my tricks from the dope game
Young and high, die trying, get rich, R. Kelly
Really think that I could fly in this bitch
Going hard knows, got crack from the stove
House full of hoes, you know my flow
Real ass nigga, to the burn of my draws
Whip your ass leave ...4 clip y’all
Break your ass till your house got...
... young nigga, with the blast ...on... singing my song
Bag ‘em, get Hale Berry when I spray them
Help them in the garbage I was loosing ... god damn
Young Fergie turning to a Satan, got you laying dead
Motherfucker better say your prayers, Ak them
Prt in the dirt there you be laying
Mama go ...crime, once you hear...singing
He be singing like welcome to the crossroads
Bang them, pull the trigger, middle finger when you hit them
Charge bring them
Brought new shoes, that’s Prada
New crib on callie smoking molly with my niggas
Like an odor, asap remember that
Now my niggas bout to blow, like propane
Yeah I talk about rap like I talk about rap
But it’s only cause I’m flossing
Take it up another notch, see the life I sound
It’s so amazing, it’s here cause to be the boss
We done earned out spot, y’all niggas try to take it
Jack a little bit of steve from the shit, but it’s cool
Prolly thought I wouldn’t say shit
It’s a recession in the hood,
I ain’t going back home, every dollar I’ma make it
Won’t stop, till we ball like the Lakers, bitch!
