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Dave East – Kairi Speaks (Skit) (Paranoia Album)

Kairi
Da da appi
You my baby? Say what’s up
Hahaha, gimme a kiss, give da da a kiss, give da da a kiss
Mmm, muah
What? What’s that?
You know I love you
You like my chain?
Baby
You got one too
You my baby
Baby
You baby, baby
Ooh baby
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh yeah?
Da da, da da, da da

Dave East – Wanna Be Me (Paranoia Album)

[Intro]
(Joe Joe got ’em again)
Just tryna be on my own time
Everybody need a favor lately
I just wanna be me
I just wanna be me

[Verse 1]
Uh, my aunt Barbara died in 2008
My paps became diabetic, he lost a lot of weight
Get mad love in my city, still get a lot of hate
Was never selfish, if I had food, the homies gotta plate
This is my life don’t take offense to
We went from riding rentals to more rides than Great Adventure
The ones that’s closest give me my distance, I got a temper
Missing my daughter, I’m across the country in a Sprinter
I never ask niggas for nothing now I’m the one they count on
Tryna’ smoke some weed, sip some lean, get my bounce on
Me and Bullet smoking out the bag til’ an ounce gone
I ain’t just screaming free my niggas, I’m looking out for ’em
I just wanted custom seats in the old Capris
Wish I was closer with my nephews, so much to show my niece
I’m tryna’ make Wayno go shopping, this nigga know he cheap
Tryna’ learn the music industry the way I know the streets

[Chorus]
(I just wanna be me)
I don’t care nothing about nothing, you claim (not at all)
I’d rather die before I front on my gang
(I just wanna be me)
In, in my heart I know Allah done bless me
But why my baby mama gotta stress me?
(I just wanna be me)
I’m just tryna’ survive in this crazy world
Don’t call my phone I’m with my baby girl
(I just wanna be me)
We might have played the staircases with a lot of Henny’
I owe you nothing nigga, not a penny
(I just wanna be me)

[Verse 2]
I just wanna smoke a blunt and watch Goodfellas
I just want that foreign shit to make your hood jealous
I just wanna take Kairi to Dubai
Pop the xanny on the flight to help me sleep through the sky
I just wanna wake up and go the Gucci store
Thinking back when I was broke, I ain’t know who to call
Did six months, glad the judge ain’t give me that two-to-four
Can’t describe the pain I felt when people told me you should ball
On the hood just want a week without an interview
Want my brother to know if he feeling pain, I feel it too
I used to want Angelettie to do an interlude
Now it’s so many mad rappers, shit if he did it? Cool
I make way more than my teachers, fuck how I did in school
I just want a girl that like girls so we can pick and choose
Still grippin’ tools, the city know ‘fore it hit the news
We them different dudes, crib gotta come with a swimming pool

[Chorus]
(I just wanna be me)
I don’t care nothing about nothing, you claim
I’d rather die before I front on my gang
(I just wanna be me)
In, in my heart I know Allah done bless me
But why my baby mama gotta stress me?
(I just wanna be me)
I’m just tryna survive in this crazy world
Don’t call my phone I’m with my baby girl
(I just wanna be me)
We might have played the staircases with a lot of Henny
I owe you nothing nigga, not a penny
(I just wanna be me)

Dave East – Have You Ever (Paranoia Album)

[Verse 1]
I never follow orders put that on my daughter (Kairi)
Back and forth to Florida hide the coke in goya
Pistol on my dresser bitch I’m from the border
Reef Buck my brother, Big Bay my brother
Really know I got ‘em, Druggy know I really love ’em
All this forever love, mix around the headshot
This Crip I was never Blood, I’m just speaking facts
Papi told me work knowing that I’ma bring it back
Codeine gives me cold sweats
I had to tell my pops that he ain’t old yet
Percocets get in me, I got no stress
Dancing with the devil bitch I’m Milly Rocking
Freaky down in Philly its crazy now I got Philly rocking
My youngin’ trapping in Brooklyn, that nigga stealing Thompkins
Ponzi scheming like them Wall Street crackers that got it
Immaculate profits that mean that paper God bless
I talked to Scrappy just knowing he walk the yard stressed
Them park sets had my back bigger
Know that you a target, you a black nigga
Used to homicide so we react quicker
We ain’t have a dollar on us but we had liquor
Drunk in the projects that was me, go ask niggas

[Chorus]
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti
Stash tucked from my daughter in case them people found me
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
You got the key to the city? Well shit I need a copy
Rap slow, half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi

[Verse 2]
I hid my pistol in my sock drawer
Everybody hard, we had the hard and you could cop soft
For some reason I don’t feel nothing when they knock a cop off
You ain’t the only one getting money I got these drop offs
Just thinking back to when i hardly was out
And Baltimore you got it cheap so we target the South
Had dime bags on me walking past LaGuardia Houses
They killed my cousin fuck we talking about? Forever beef
Ain’t no truce here
My aunt used to tell me why she ain’t move there
Every year the same in the projects like what is New Years?
[?] came home, same nigga they gave him two years
Crazy or forever, always keep a pair of blue Air’s
That first night in prison is the worst
Made it worse was coming home and seeing my niggas on the a shirt
Had to get it out the mud, I got respect for the dirt
Thinking how newer fiends would get their checks on the 1st
Sixty thousand in diamonds they like, "His neck gotta hurt"
Know my paps did dirt for that in life I’m probably cursed
Me and my daughter mother realized it never worked
I got sick of the same jeans, I just wanted a better shirt
Wanted some better shoes, can’t tell me I never worked

[Chorus]
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti
Stash tucked from my daughter in case them people found me
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
You got the key to the city? Well shit I need a copy
Rap slow, half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi

Lil B – Still Run It (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
2017 and I’m here to represent
And I’m the DJ, It’s BasedGod in the mix
And it ain’t no question if I’m down to ride
On the West Coast it’s get money or die
I’ma tell you this motherfucker I ain’t no punk
Cause everything I seen I never said a word once
I come from Berkley, Water Front to be exact
And I don’t go to strip clubs, bitch fuck with a mack
All you niggas soft, I don’t fuckin autotune
I make your bitch suck my dick while her friend’s in the room
People like me facing 30 to life
And I don’t give a motherfuck if you black or if you white
Shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’ you a mark
I’d rather break a whole bank then let a bitch break my heart
It’s us against them, motherfuck the rest
And if you’ve got a problem bitch come to the West

[Bridge]
It’s 2017, West Coast we back
Hip-Hop is back
Light that weed up, it’s finna be a long night tonight
Bay Area

[Verse 2]
What the fuck is funny? Motherfucker I ain’t no joke
My name Lil B and it’s murder that he wrote
I need a hundred thousand for a beat and a verse
And niggas like me I put yo ass in a hearse
So how do I survive in this world full of pain?
No, I’m not a slave and your history is fake
I tell you like this I ain’t no motherfuckin’ sucka
And tell that punk hoe I don’t motherfuckin’ love her
I’ma tell you somethin’, girl, get a education
I need a smart woman, not a girl that’s fakin’
Rollin’ five deep in a four-door Chevy
Like Pastor Troy motherfucker I’m ready
Only takes a second, and you gone
That’s why I had to make this a rap song
This is for the world, I do this for y’all
I’m finna throw a party at Easmont Mall

[Bridge]
Lil B in the house
BasedGod in the House
Yeah, Yeah
Let’s get it
BasedGod

[Instrumental Outro]

Lil B – Bad MF (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
Watch out, I’m a bad motherfucker
And if you don’t I might have to bust ya
I come from Berkley
Where motherfuckers put you on a shirt G
And don’t think nothing ’bout it
Everybody in the club gettin’ rowdy
It’s nobody like me
Everybody in the world gettin’ hyphy
I roll with the hustlers
We only want the money motherfucker
I sleep with the lights on
We don’t like broke bitches where I’m from
Ring-to-the-ding-dong
It’s me motherfucker with the iPhone
I know you bitches love me
End of discussion

[Verse 2]
You can’t see me, even with glasses
West Coast motherfucker and I’m smashin’
I don’t care if you play this on the radio
Cause they love me from Oakland to Filmore
Yeah I’m from the ghetto
Where motherfuckers will change your whole schedule
You can meet me at the side show
I’m a rap star, bitch, I don’t ride slow
We goin’ on a mission
You a scary motherfucker and you trippin’
I never been a busta
You snitch and a fake motherfucker
So why should I respect you?
You would tell everything if they let you
You can’t hang with us
Catch the bus motherfucker

[Verse 3]
This ain’t school, so why you wanna test me?
Waterfront, motherfucker, it gets messy
And shouts out to Richmond
Ridin’ in the Lexus and they pimpin’
Shout out North Oakland
At Bushrod, bitch, and we smokin’
And shout out my cousin
Cause everybody know that I love him
I must be a rap star
Everywhere I go I’m ridin’ in the fast car
I don’t do interviews
Cause every time I talk, nigga, I make the news
And that’s non-fiction
You can tell how the fuck that I’m livin’
And this is how I’m reppin’
2017, bitch

Lil B – Hip Hop (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
Welcome to the most marvellous show on Earth
We have Lil B
We have The BasedGod
We have Based World
If you love Hip Hop, I need you out your seats
BasedGod

[Chorus]
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop

[Verse 1]
Remember I was younger, I always loved music
So now it’s an honor to write and produce it
I wanna give props to everyone that’s before me
I’m a real MC, no, I’m not a phony
I take pride in my craft, took two years off to perfect my pen
Now I’m back again
I should have saved my friend, because I’m cooler than a polar bear
Shoutout North Oakland, it gets real cold there
In Mosswood Park, like James Kennedy
Don’t live your whole life being enemies
I’ve got love for so many, I wanna help so many
So I stop being friendly, cause there’s hate and there’s envy
I’m getting money now, so the fake don’t offend me
Up on the Breakfast Club, but I don’t know DJ Envy
HOT97 get busy
Ebro, Funk Flex, I’m on the mic stick with me

[Chorus]
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop

[Verse 2]
You’re alive and you’re beautiful
Let me tell you something if it’s not getting through to you
Some people lie, that’s business as usual
How you take to standing on your man, you not spiritual
Feelin’ like [?]
In that Maserati Fox, ridin’ round Jay hood
Shout out to Brooklyn, because I know that’s Jay hood
I listen to The LOX so I know about J Hood
Say Lil B, my name is good
Cyphers with Kendrick Lamar
And I ain’t spittin’ a bar
Unless you got fifty thousand or more
To be a rapper, is an honor
Enlighten the people and you can let they mind prosper
Because ain’t nothin’ cool about wastin’ your time
It’s pressure, Charles Hamilton with compressors
A little Kanye in the message

[Chorus]
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop

Lil B – Free Life (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
I wonder about my life
27 years old but I feel five
Got 150 dollars in my bank account
And the IRS want triple the amount
What it mean to be happy in this big old dream?
When I wake up, I’m still doin’ the same old thing
Help my mom pay her rent just to get by
And the only time we hang is when we sick or we cry
Yeah, I got a car but I need more gas
Feelin’ like a ATM because I need more cash
Wonder what it feel like to be rich
Will I ever grow up, or remain a kid?
Sometimes I think what I do in a big house
With a yard and a fence and a big old couch
Until then, I’ll be all I can be
And all the best things in life are free, follow me

[Chorus]
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Don’t ever give up, just let the beat drop

[Verse 2]
If you don’t have a house, the world’s your home
And when you don’t have a friend, you can play this song
I’m tryin’ to prevent suicide
Take your suit and tie and put it to the side
Let the wind hit your face and breathe the air
Because we not scared and we don’t care
Tryna find love in the strangest place
You lookin’ for a sign, but it’s in your face
The train don’t stop, it’s on the roll
Just pick up your bags and hit the road
Time to have fun and stop complainin’
The weather don’t stop, it just keep on changin’
I dance with the cats and I chill with the dogs
I play with the bears and I skip the frogs
What that mean? We all can hang
And then we go to sleep and we do it again

[Chorus]
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Don’t ever give up, just let the beat drop

[Verse 3]
If you don’t know my name, then you know it now
My name’s BasedGod and say it loud
What’s my name? BasedGod
And who’s the king? BasedGod
Think about who you love the most
Dedicate this song and have a toast
Your family outside chillin’ with the babies
Thank you to the women ’cause your stomach saved me
Helped me grow and kept me strong
Thank you to the men because we need you all
Don’t count us out or leave us in
We playin’ to have fun, we not playin’ to win
It’s no competition, we all relax
Just throw your hands up and state these facts
You don’t gotta stay if you want to leave
‘Cause everybody know the best things are free

[Chorus]
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Don’t ever give up, just let the beat drop

Lil B – Pretty Boy (Skit) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Skit: Lil B & a fan]
Aye, aye. Is that Lil B over there?
Aye, uh BasedGod, come here, check me out man
Ah shit man, who the fuck is this?
Hey man, uh you know, I really want you to start doing that Pretty Boy music that you made, man. You know, you changed the game
Appreciate it
And you know, I really wanna hear that stuff, man. It’s really good, man. Will you take my word of advice?
Yeah, man. You know it’s all good. I got this extremely rare collectible art. Why don’t you check that out, and I’ll drop something for you

Lil B – Young Niggaz (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Deep voiced narrator]
Welcome to the party of your life
We need everybody to turn up
Let’s go!

[Woman]
Based God

[Lil B]
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb (DJ turn up right now!)
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb (Let’s go!)

Where you from, scary ass nigga?
We be in the club on bitches
Niggas get rocked everyday
I be in the club with a K
I be at work with a hammer
Tryin to invest in a ladder
Niggas out here get splattered
I don’t leave the house without a hammer
Don’t get shot in the face
Back door your fam broad day
Back door your kids in your face (face)
Fake ass nigga, don’t play
Feeling hostile in the club
Selling our dope in the club
We don’t give a fuck
Nah, we don’t give a fuck

All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb

I be going dumb wherever I’m at
Smoke in the club, tote that strap
Berkeley niggas, bang your clique
Oakland niggas, we in this bitch
Sacramento, we in this bitch
Stockton, we in this bitch
Frisco, we in this bitch (where you at?)
All my young niggas better keep it lit
I don’t give a fuck, if I die
Ima tell you niggas about this bitch right here
Lil B nigga, this my year
Guns in the car bitch, I’m not scared (Ooh-wee-ooh!)
Got a rolly on, bitch you’s up got another hoe
Niggas still talking? It’s time to go
Ima show them who a bitch for sho

All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb (Where you at? Where you at?)
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb (Throw it up!)
All my young niggas go dumb (Throw it up! Throw it up!)
All my young niggas go dumb (Throw it up! Throw it up!)
All my young niggas go dumb (Throw it up! Throw it up!)

West Berkeley that’s where I’m from
Seventh street nigga James Kenney park!
Now a nigga rich with the digital startup
South Berkeley niggas meet me at the park
Berkeley high, we get live (Where you at?)
Oakland tech, Albany high (Where you at?)
Pasadena, Richmond high
Throw your hood up bitch it’s all right
I’ll be that nigga in the club tonight
Lil B show, that’s a fun night
Thank you Based God go dumb for life (for life)
We be turnt up like a summer night (summer night)
Uh, forreal bitch
Me and my niggas on some ill shit
Cal Berkeley we in this bitch
Cal Berkeley we in this bitch (Hey!)

All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb

Lil B – Getting Hot (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
It’s a hot night tonight in the Bay Area
West Coast
We on motherfucking top, let’s go

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 1]
Niggas get shot when I come in
Raise hell in the party, go dumb again
Young nigga, I might die
So I go dumb, every fucking night
I ain’t no bitch, I be in the club
20 young girls, fucking with a thug
She don’t need ID when she fuck with me
She just left prom, now she fuck with me
Berkeley in this bitch with my eyes red
Finna grow out my dreads and bust a head
All we do is go dumb, and shake feds
This is for international, Black Arthur
Gentrify me? I beg your pardon
I might have clip with a 30 in it
I might fuck a bitch, then smoke a sack
Tell all these hoes Lil B back

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 2]
I ain’t never had a … imma keep it real
Everyday my head up, when I’m in the field
Yeah, I gained weight, so I’m sizing up
I’m a fat nigga, I don’t give a fuck
Donald Trump won, bitch twerk sum
Catch a bitch on a [?], put her on a [?]
Fuck that shit, imma spazz out
Fuck this shit bitch, cash out
You can go dumb if you wanna
Got a bitch on a speaker in the corner
Shout out Wiz Khalifa, I’mma stoner
It gets hot in California
Rep that squad in your face
Bitch, everybody down to catch a case
Real talk, this party turnt up
Lil B worldwide, man its one love

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 3]
This is for my street niggas who ain’t in the club
You ain’t let us in the club, now we run the club
I be chewing in my fork with a …
Tryna keep my teeth clean in this …
I done hit a couple licks I ain’t acting
Ride with the FN I ain’t fronting
Hit you with the motherfucking strap once
Have you crouched over like a monk
Every time we go out don’t know how to act
Cal Berkeley locker room, tryna flip the pack
Walking down Telegraph, and B Town
So many bitches in the streets now
Still hitting licks for the rebound
ESPN that’s me now
See a fine chick that’s me now
Catch a bad bitch for the rebound

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

Lil B – Global (feat. Ilovemakonnen) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
BasedGod

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 1: The BasedGod]
Bitch, always been global
Push weight I ain’t ever been local
Out of state campaign, that’s your main thang
And I’m still yellin’ out brrrangadang
I’m like a rock star, but I got bars
Strapped in the front like a cop car
Go to sleep rich, wake up rich
Getting out of pocket, so I slapped a bitch
You ain’t even gotta like it, but it’s like that
Like the bitch, so she come right back
She used to make it roll down the pole
Tryna watch this money hit the floor
She be going dumb like she on blow
International like UFO
I’m a Jacka like Joe Blow
Messy Marv like Fillmore
Get free bands like Future
In the Tesla with the doors up
A million dollar cash make you throw it up
All these bad bitches just go nuts
All these bad bitches just go dumb
All these bad bitches just go dumb
Yeah man, like I said, it’s your boy Lil B, we be turnin’ up

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Down

[Verse 2: The BasedGod]
The party, I wanna go
Get rich, yes hoe
With my niggas in the cut, with that shit, light it up
Put my hands up in the air
Goin’ crazy, I don’t care (I don’t care)
I don’t care (let’s go, let’s go)
Bitch, I’m feeling like Jay-Z
Bitch, I’m feeling like Master P
Fresh off the boat with a [?]
Trya watch a stripper booty float
Girl, do what you do
Tell the truth, I ain’t mad at you
Huh, no means no
I got too many bitches, I don’t know
Help me out, let’s go crazy in this damn house
All my frat boys turn up
Spring break, bitches wanna fuck
India got a lot of bitches
Sri Lanka got a lot of bitches
Thailand got a lot of bitches
Germany, USA, Brazil

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 3: iLoveMakonnen]
My best mates live out in Melbourne
I’m out west, smoking on the best
The sherm that you probably, you want (uh)
The girls round ’em, I make them hot
And I’m like the captain all around the planet
Me and Lieutenant Ollie, we, we make it happen
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go Global
I drink blue bottle water, global
Rock the local, everyday
Makin’ so much, I could buy the USA
So get down in this pretty world
And do your pretty dance
And get down with those pretty girls
Do your pretty dance and get down

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

Lil B – Mexico (Skit) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Skit: Lil B & a fan]
Uh, dang man. You heard that they ’bout to build a wall in Mexico?
Yeah, I heard about that
Well uh, we gotta get up out there before they build that goddang wall, because there’s too many girls out there and I don’t wanna miss out
I don’t got no money. I don’t got no money to go down to no Mexico. I can’t afford it…
But uh, before we go to Mexico, you heard about, uh, San Jose?
Yeah, we can go there
Yeah, it gets real crazy out there
Let’s go!
We gotta go up out there first. And then we’ll drive down to Mexico
Okay
You with me?
I’m with it, man. Let’s go
Let’s go

Lil B – Zam Bose (In San Jose) (Black Ken Mixtape)

BasedGod

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Lil B – The Real Is Back (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Tag]
BasedGod

[Intro]
This Lil B for real, man
This my first time at the game, for real
BasedGod on the beats, it’s 100% me
Put my life in this rap

[Verse 1]
I came from a hole in the wall
Niggas still got dope in the wall
Got weight on the scale, niggas still push white in your life
Wrong move and I’m taken your life
I ain’t playin’ with 12
My throat hurt and I don’t talk to the law
Fake nigga I ain’t talkin’ to y’all
This is real when I rap
Fifty-thousand just to take a nap
Move out because the real is back
Bitch deal with that
You niggas actin’ fake as hell
On the cover of the XXL, with Kendrick Lamar
And I went right back to the hood
Cookin’ dope like a real nigga should
I’m really that good
I’m unsigned, I’m the rawest out
Niggas take it and I’m barkin’ ’em out
You bitches is fake, this is real nigga
Rest in peace to Emmett Till, nigga
On the real

[Verse 2]
I never left my city or home
Grew up, but I never moved on
Now my money is low
But I still got a few homes
Nigga play me, I’m movin’ alone
But I’m standin’ strong
I’m standing for my niggas that woke up
I bring the Terror Squad like Remy or Coca
Soulja Boy, you actin’ fake as hell!
Only thing that he made was bail
How you make me?
Bitch, stay in your lane, for real
You hear me on the beat, this not Wayne or Pharrell
I got my own style, nigga you lame as hell
Hatin’ on the player cause that fake shit sell
All on interviews, snitchin’ and tellin’
How the fuck you got money and you niggas be jealous?
I know I’m the man for real
Because I was a nerd before Chad and Pharrell, nigga

[Bridge]
Lil B in the building
I know the whole world been waitin’ for this
I got y’all

[Verse 3]
What you hearin’ through your speakers?
You compare this to Jesus
Things might get wild
2017, it’s a whole new round
Really had to sit down produce this sound
Nobody was around when I was struggling, how?
2018, now I’m so profound
Put on your life vest because you might go down
Really watch your bitches, man, I’m tellin’ you now
The devil got an ass and a smile, feel me?
I want money, I don’t want no child
You could call me selfish and I’ma ask you how
When these *beep* ain’t quality
Nah, I don’t want that *beep* to be a part of me
I’m lookin’ for the best woman
With a mind and a spirit I don’t need the pussy

[Tag]
BasedGod

Lil B – Rawest Rapper Alive (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
History in the making
Rawest rapper alive
Lil B
BasedGod
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I put my heart on paper, venting on a daily basis
It’s like a painting how I’m stroking for the final stages
Let me win cause I’m on the bottom
I’m from the under where it rain but the water shower
Ask my nigga, we was robbing for that mighty dollar
The mighty dollar got him five, for a thousand dollars
Fuck that shit, I ain’t that nigga that gon’ sit in jail
I’m finna rap until my mama say she living well
Living swell, I live in hell in the real world
That’s why Basedworld the only place with based girls
See, my face don’t break with a solid body
I’m like a porn star, cause I’m eating anybody
And it’s hot nowadays, cause people getting sloppy
It’s like cheerleaders, my niggas catching bodies
I’m sorry

[Bridge]
I said I’m sorry man
It’s like, my niggas is really cheerleaders nowadays, man
Catching bodies and shit
Get with me
I’ll body your bitch
Rawest rapper alive

[Verse 2]
If I don’t end up on top, let me run the bottom
Off that Rossi, Carlos Rossi, see my eyes in shadows
See my face beneath the water with the water shallow
You feel me?
I’ma tell you like this man
Fuck a money hungry bitch, she gon’ get your issue
I’m riding on you, while a sucker nigga riding with you
No support with the levees or a nigga’s dreams
I can’t see the bitch, so I’m smoking Mary Jane
Yeah

[Bridge]
Lil B for "Lil Boss" making history
Who the fuck said hip-hop is dead?
Shhh

[Verse 3]
Look at me, I’m a starving artist
Have you ever had your face drawn by fifty girls?
I done did it, freestyling for eighty tracks
A hundred Myspace, that imported, out my ass
I love rap, I done did it cause I sacrifice
Anything and everything, for the based life
To live right, mind reader cause I’m copacetic
I touched the girl and made her faint, she called the paramedics

[Bridge]
Yes, my nigga, I’m the best
Yes, I’m the best, my nigga, I’m the best (x3)
Yes, I’m the best
BasedGod
Yeah, Based Lord
Brang dang on your bitch, man
History
Y’all gon’ miss me
I got the crown man, hold the throne
Westside, West Coast, man
We got this shit
It’s our time
Fuck the grind

[Verse 4]
Brang dang, man, all game, all terrain
I move on autopilot with no pilot, I’m the pilot
Move in silence, cause they watch you when your face is violent
Rather see you making money than selling and grinding
And I’m tired of the fact I’m sitting and crying
Maybe cause I’m a Leo, boy, a heart of a lion
And I hate to see my niggas that’s living and dying
That’s why I’m riding for ’em, Lil B, I can’t stop ’em

[Outro]
Only thing that’s stopping me is myself
West Coast
Bay Area
Bitch

Lil B – Show Promoter (Skit) (Black Ken Mixtape)

Telephone Ringing

Lil B Representative: Based World Records, yes we know the Based God, how may I help you?
Caller: Yeah, I wanna book a show for Lil B in Hawaii… Hawaii, I wanna book him for a show
Lil B Representative: Yeah, the Based God would love to come to Hawaii, I’ll send him this message and will get back to you shortly-
Caller: How much?
Lil B Representative: Hopefully everything can work out great
Caller: How much is it?
Lil B Representative: Talk soon-

Lil B Representative Hangs Up

Caller: Hello?

Lil B – Live From The Island Hawaii (Black Ken Mixtape)

Hawaii, how y’all doing tonight?
Aw no, the show’s not over!
We not done! The party’s still going on!
But first, I wanna give a thank you to all of y’all!
(BasedGod)
Where you at, where you at? Whoo!
Make some noise! Make some noise!
Like I said, I wanna give a…
Shoutout to the drummer on stage right now
Hawaii, where you at?
We not done shouting folks out! Whoo!
It’s ya boy Lil B in the house!
Shout out to my boy on the keys! Whoo!
We turned up!
Keep going, turn up!
And don’t stop! Whoo!
If you with your loved one right now
You might be with your girlfriend or your boyfriend
Your husband or your wife
Your kids and your family
Your sisters and your brothers
Your lovers
We all in this tonight!
One time to have a good time tonight!
And then I’m gone!
But like I said, Lil B forever! Whoo!

ASAP Ferg – Trap And A Dream (feat. Meek Mill) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, yeah
Pray to the trap
Pray for the trap

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Send them niggas to the Hood Pope
My synagogue right in the ghetto
Off the dome, I’m killin’ niggas
But the pen game on a different level
One trap with a big dream
I go hard, won’t ever settle
"Go in for the kill" what they taught me
Boy I’m movin’ that Shark Tank
In this bitch like I’m Clark Kent
Got a deal with the devil like y’all say
It’s for the love of the money, what y’all think?
Fuck a wack bitch what I won’t do
Make a bill with these vocals
And the Pro Tools, thought I told you
Pedal or metal, I try to slow down but I can’t
Fuckin’ yo bitch and she kissin’ the dick
And I’m startin’ to feel like I’m Tank
Chasin’ the commas on commas
Embracing the drama that come with the fame
Put that on my momma, the llama
It hit ya, designer in part of your brain, so stay in ya lane
Huh, yeah, I’m fuckin’ your bitch in a park
I bust in her mouth cause she parched
She throwin’ it back with an arch
You cuffin’ that bitch like a narc
Ooh boy I don’t wanna start
Two birds on my boat, I’mma start
I’m kinda like Noah’s Ark
I am leaving this Earth with a mark
I ain’t got time for you marks
I aim at your head like a dart
He lay on the street with a chart
Spike on his head like he Bart
I’d rather be chasin’ the cream
Trappin’ and trappin’, I never be slackin’
I’m countin’ a million a dream

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, yeah
Trap and a dream, uh, Mac with the beam, yeah
Left Hollywood, damn, back to the fiends, woo
Pull up in my hood, skrt skrt, and back to the scene, hoo
In the back like a spleen, hoo, hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah
Know a couple niggas want me dead in my hood
Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood
Pussy niggas snitchin’, got the feds in my hood
It’s like all the real niggas really dead in my hood
I been runnin’ it up, fuckin’ it up, plenty
Hop out the spur, jump in the truck, Bentley
Neosporin, I’m in the cut, chilly
Mask on, mask off, reppin’ my set, Philly
I got thrity-six O’s, we gone put it on a roll
That boy silent, never told, fuckin’ models out the Vogue
And I rock a lot of gold, all these diamonds on me froze
I called papi for the low, he gon’ drop it, Lord knows
I got a

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

ASAP Ferg – Rubber Band Man (feat. Cam Ron) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
You already know what it is, Hood Pope (Killa!)
Dipset (A$AP!)
We runnin’ this shit
None of y’all niggas can fuck with us
(Word to god!)

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Cam’ron]
Rubber band man got the pocket with the bankroll
Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt
Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll
Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Two model bitches with me asking for a sugar-free Red Bull
Mix it with the Tito’s now they walkin’ with that dead look
Coke up in they nose, that’s why their nostrils got that red look
Hip-hop police saw me, jiggy nigga make the Feds look
I just brought a Rollie and my bitches broke the bezel
When you make it this far, certain niggas try to test you
Still live up in Harlem, rich nigga in the ghetto
Yeah, rich nigga in the ghetto

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Cam’ron]
Rubber band man got the pocket with the bankroll
Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt
Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll
Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt

[Interlude: Cam’ron]
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa (in front of the Waldorf)
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
Yo, in front of the Waldorf, valet said that he’s sick of us
I mean he just can’t get wit’ us
"What’s the problem playboy? It’s only six of us"
"Yeah, with twenty-five cars, this shit’s just ridiculous"
Thought we was inconspicuous
He said, "Yeah right nigga, y’all meticulous"
Twenty-five to life, at one time I was risking it
Ten digit nigga, old life I ain’t missin’ it
Look at me, baby girl, you should just lick a bit
Bend down, real low, my zipper come unzipping it
Yeah, I think I really love her ’cause she started kissin’ it
I mean, she really started kissin’ it

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Cam’ron]
Rubber band man got the pocket with the bankroll
Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt
Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll
Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt

ASAP Ferg – Olympian (feat. Dave East) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah
I run, run, run, I’m runnin’ to the money now
Yeah, that bitch was acting funny but she love me now

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now, aww yeah

[Verse 1: Dave East]
All black strap, I’m straight
Jewish lawyer got my case
Stars in the roof, white Wraith
Dice game, crack my bank
Out of town with a hundred pounds, Bobby Brown
Back then, I ain’t drink
Head shot leave a nigga stink
Gettin’ guap, fuck you niggas think?
Rollie on, lot of diamonds in it
Back account, lot of commas in it
Mansion, I’ma put my momma in it
Ask around, I’m intercontinental
I was in the rental with a seven
No concealing, you can see my weapon
Count a million, never see me stressin’
Ten or better, never any lesser
Who you know got it like I do?
I know the trap and I know survival
I already killed your main bitch
Tell her best friend she could die too (ahh)
Only foreign when we slide through, huh
I blew a check on the fit
Look at my neck and my wrist
I wanted a million before I hit thirty
So now I can flex in the whip
What are you on? I ride with a bomb
You gon’ think Flex in the whip
I got respect off the rip
I got no respect for a snitch (no)
I’m talkin’ incredible shit (yes)
This Sprite got a medicine twist
It ain’t hard to tell that we rich

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause’ I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Used to say I dressed so strange
Now I’m in the Wang, campaign
Jiggy, ain’t a damn thing changed
‘Bout to cop Cam, pink Range
Huh, yeah, I’m on a new level
Certified gold, at work with platinum
Already put mama in the house
Now it’s time to build Fergie a mansion
Pelle jacket with the Trap Lord
In the back of the Marc Buchanan
I was nine in Versace
Wore Gucci with the Vans then
Used to Harlem Shake with the big shirts
Now my diamonds do the dancin’
My life is a movie, Steven Spielberg, Ferg
Nigga, light, camera, action
Mackin’ bitches from a pageant, put that pussy in a casket
Tell Serena that I love her, fuckin’ on my tennis racket
I could live in her palace, prolly put her in some Palace
But I’d prolly fuck it all up with a Love & Hip Hop ratchet
Huh, now I’m a loner, fuck ’round and blame it on Mona
Rich but I still love me a hood Dominican bitch with a Corona
Flexin’ with a Tec and all the weapons, that is not your persona
My flow is hotter than a sauna, makin’ all you rappers bipolar

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now

ASAP Ferg – Aww Yeah (feat. Lil Yachty) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Lil Yachty]
Yeah, shhhhh
Bow your head
I’m a Trap Lord again
It’s the Trap Lord, Hood Pope and Lil Boat nigga
Don’t like that nigga, ain’t happenin’
You can suck on my dick nigga, fuck ’em
Yeah

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
This what it sound like when doves cry
Traplord in the building like yeah, right!
Fucking on a bad model bitch
And I bought her the Prada and Fendi like yeah, right!
In the Ferrari with Yachty
We just left the party, we hop in the Lear
In the PJ with a couple bad bitches
And they touching my Cartiers
Damn and I never had a bitch pop a pussy like this
That’s a bad bitch right there
Poppin’ the bottles of the Cris, you don’t think I’m the shit
You niggas is some haters
Aw man look at the glist’ on a wrist
Look like I had it in refrigerator
Had your bitch put a good kiss on a dick
And she know that’s my my spot right there

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Living out my dreams, I live movie scenes
Nothing’s what it seems, thirty to my seams
I’m with the Hood Pope, we like finer things
Bad Australian bitches in designer jeans
Mister typhoon, trapping Cancun, diamonds full moon
You’s a whole coon, I can’t wait for June
Drop the top on that new zoom zoom
I’m a young nigga, nineteen, I can be your mama’s son
Fuck your mama’s son
Collar Gang and that’s when the drama come

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea

ASAP Ferg – What Do You Do (feat. Nav) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, NAV & Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 1: NAV & Lil Uzi Vert]
I used to put in work
Now my young boys do the dirt (brown boy)
Fully automatic, pull up hit you with a burst
Put you on a shirt, you a lil’ boy, you a smurf
She used to put me down, and now she lifting up her skirt
Pull up and I swerve, leave her feelings hurt
She fucked me for a purse, she fucked me for a XO shirt
I see you wearing Off-White, but you know, I bought it first
I seen you post a picture, and I had to change my shirt
I can’t punch him in his face, he gonna sue me now
Took your bitch to Nobu, fuck me for some sushi now
I hit it once, and now I can’t stand her now
They pay me fifty thousand, just to stand around

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Heard you got that AP swerve, that was my watch first
Heard you got that Lambo’, skrt, that was my drive first
Chopper beat that bitch to spurs, clip hang to the curb
That girl know, I put in work, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Your girlfriend say, I’m handsome
Fuck any girl, so random
Rock any clothes, I’m random
I rock that Demna right on my sandal
Don’t give me the top then cancel
My momma said these niggas can’t stand you
And I’m laughing right to the bank
All my chains on like I’m Shabba Ranks

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Outro: NAV]
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
You’re getting on my nerves, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
I got Vs on all my shirts, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah

ASAP Ferg – Coach Cartier (feat. Famous Dex) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, rainbow shot my wrist
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Your bitch gon’ die for the dick
She spend mad time with the kid
Rainbow shot my wrist
She make them titties twitch
Adidas done gave me the check
Go to Tourneau and cop Rolex
Your bitch obsessed
Thumb in the butt, yes!
Come and just fuck with the set
And we’re buckin’ the TEC, with my niggas it’s facts
They be protecting your neck
Ice bucket challenge with Dex
Those are not Margiela
Hol’ up, I’ll do you one better
Rainbow shot my wrist
Watch them diamonds glist

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Famous Dex]
Call me Coach Cartier
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-yeah)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-Dexter)
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-Dexter, ah-what)
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-whoa, rainbow)
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (rainbow)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-Dexter)
Call me Coach Cartier
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Call me Coach Cartier
I get that money, them diamonds my ear
Wait, rainbow shot my bitch
Huh, got diamonds, my diamonds gon’ glisten
Wait, I’m in the trap with Ferg
Fucking your bitch and I’ll tell her to swerve (I did)
Huh, I can’t trust this bitch (I do)
Run up on me then I’m uppin’ my stick
Yeah, wait, they callin’ me Dexter
Yeezy my feet, I don’t wear no Margielas (I don’t)
Huh, I make it rain, no umbrella
Huh, I fuck her friend now she jealous (ah-Dexter)
You know I don’t care what she tell them
I ship em off, yeah they flopping like feathers
Wait, rainbow shot my bitch (ah-what)
Draco by me, you know I don’t miss
Dexter

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Famous Dex]
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what) call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (yeah, ah-Dexter) rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist

ASAP Ferg – Mad Man (feat. Playboi Carti) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: Three 6 Mafia, Playboi Carti, & DJ Paul]
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Whatchu know man? It’s A$AP, nigga
Tear da club up
It’s A$AP nigga, stop all that goofy shit
Tear da club up
Tear da
Club up
Nigga, fuck yo squad nigga
This for all you playa hataz who be talking that

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Spent 50K on the Rollie
Just brought that shit and my bitch broke it
She sayin’ she ain’t even notice
But her pussy wet like the ocean
Ayy, ayy (swim, swim, swim)
Ayy, ayy (Margiela, mad man!)
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Margiela and that Rick Owens
I’m fucking her friend and she know it
Margiela, bad
My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin
Don’t care for no bitch, we just toss ’em
Millionaire, still live in Harlem
(Yeah, uh) There in your hood
Riding up to a bodega, Fergie ‘gone blow like Omega
This ain’t no game, ain’t no SEGA
Even though that beef old I don’t care
I will not fuck with the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Making a bitch sing like Aretha
I’m fucking your bitch when you eat her
You cuffing that bitch like you need her
Yamborghini with Aaliyah
Rest in peace until I see ya
(Margiela, mad man!)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Poppin’ these pills in my coupe
I’m on the roof, move like I’m Batman
Um, damn, what, Margiela mad man
(Margiela, mad, man!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
These niggas they stealing my flow, talking bout huh?
Boy I’m stealing your hoe
Taking your hoe to the pad
She getting lit, she tryna suck on the dick
She wanna suck on the dick
She wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh)
Suck like a tick, suck on this shit, give her to clique
Give em the clip, get on your knees, pray for the dick
Pray for this shit, pray for my clique, pray for my niggas
Ooh, ooh, I got my hand on the trigger
I got my hand on her pussy, all of these niggas they pussy
He run away like a wuss, I got the paper like books
I can’t pull up bitch I’m booked
Walked in that bitch and the bitches they looked
All of these niggas, these niggas they shook
29 hop in the tub
Watch this lil balls while I make a lil call

[Outro: Playboi Carti & DJ Paul]
Nigga, fuck yo squad
A$AP nigga
This for all you playa hataz who be talking that

ASAP Ferg – Plain Jane (Still Striving Album)

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane

[Verse 1]
Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
Hermès link could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures, causin’ mad hysteria
Momma see me on BET and started tearin’ up
I’mma start killin’ niggas, how you get that trife?
I attended Harlem picnics where you risked your life
Uncle used to skim work, sellin’ nicks at night
I was only 8 years old, watching Nick at Nite
Uncle Psycho was in that bathroom buggin’!
Knife to his guts, hope Daddy don’t cut him
Suicidal doors brought to me with no advisory
He was pitchin’ dummy, sellin’ fiends mad ivory
Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad!
She was poppin’ pills like rappers in society
I fuck yo bitch for the irony
I’ll send Meechy at yo hoe if yo bitch keep eyein’ me

[Chorus]
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane

[Post-Hook]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

[Verse 2]
I’ma explain why you probably never seen me
I’m in a sunken place, no Instagram, I’m watchin’ TV
I think I trade my breakfast, lunch and dinner for some kitty
Please believe me, I see RiRi, I’ma eat it like panini
I go dumb up in the broad, hit the walls like graffiti
Indian burns all up on a nigga wee-wee
I think I need a foursome, Bella, Kendall, Gigi
It’d be easy if Reneezy hook it all up on the leezy
I go crazy in my Yeezy, Kirk Kneezy on the beat
I told ’em now we finna glow up in the street
Rappers talk subliminal but they don’t talk to me
Put ’em in a Jersey shore like Pauly D

[Chorus]
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane

[Post-Hook]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

ASAP Ferg – Nasty (Who Dat) (feat. Migos) (Still Striving Album)

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (Migos, Ferg)
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas ’cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas ’cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All these dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Quavo]
Stars in the ceilin’, Wraith top
Who dat rich mothafucka named Takeoff?
Bad bitch ass soft, beat her face off
Lawyer Jew, was ’bout that paper, knock that case off
(Quavo) Ice shine bright, one hell of a night (ice)
Once I hit it one time, bet I make her swipe (cash)
Beat the pussy, Ike, Mike Tyson bite (woo)Early A.M. on the red eye flight
A1 dope, nigga can’t forget the steak sauce
Same hoes everywhere I go, Nate Dogg
We run from the red dog, pick up when that bag call
Flew to New York ’bout that thread talk, put on when Ferg call
(Blrrt blrrt!) Hello, what’s up? Yeah, it’s my brother Ferg
Double park that Bentley (skrrt) on the Harlem curb (brrr)
I can flip a pigeon and a dirty bird (brrr)
Chopper with precision, you better mind your business

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

ASAP Ferg – The Mattress Remix (feat. A$Ap Rocky, Playboi Carti, Rich The Kid & Famous Dex) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came along way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was ripping the mattress

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Psycho gun in the mattress
Grandma pass it and he blast it
I came on your bitch, I’m a savage
She stretchin’ my dick like elastic
She made it disappear like magic
Bed bugs cooked in the mattress
Came along way from the mattress
Used to lay on a rug like Aladdin
Yeah, huh, now I’m like King Tut
You cuffin’ that bitch but she smuttin’
She fucked the whole block, I ain’t bluffin’
Trap Lord meaner than the mug
Wake the niggas up like Folgers in a cup
Tec go buh-buh
Don’t ever let it get fucked up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came along way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was ripping the mattress

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg]
Did backflips on the mattress
Did mad shit on the mattress
Where the magic happens? On the mattress
Two ratchet fat chicks on the mattress
A nigga stash G’s in the mattress
Fuckin’ all they bitches on the mattress
Bendin’ all these bitches over backwards
LSD and the acid
Roll mad rounds on the mattress
Fuck mad times on the mattress
Only thing in my Margina mattress
‘Cause I (came mad times on the mattress)
King size bed full of ashes
She smoke on my dick and don’t pass it
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
Ass fat but her titty plastic
What can I say, man? I’m a jiggy bastard
Pretty motherfucker, I think I should join a pageant
For the salad, put a hole in his cabbage
(Niggarace, new Versace) ‘Preme or the Palace
Fuckin’ models, I go in schemin’ on the talent
Cover of your favorite magazine and I’m stylin’
Fuck a horse-face bitch, but her body like a stallion
She swing on my dick like she Tarzan
Call me Coach Cartier ’cause I’m ballin’
My stones look deformed like retarded
What’s the name? (Those Balmain?) How you call it?
She suck on my dick while I’m yawnin’
She missin’ the D, now she moanin’
Her ass fatter than Action Bronson (pause)
She top me like top of the mornin’
Niggarace told me to, oh shit
Niggarace told me, give me Rocky
Cause you know it’s Flacko Jodye
Icy papi, while you watchin’, copy, niggas copy copy
I ride down, sloppy toppy
When she love a nigga mane, we them niggas now
International, had em going wild
Trap jumpin’, nigga, block bunkin’ nigga

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came along way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was ripping the mattress

[Verse 3: Famous Dex & Rich The Kid]
Big bank roll in the mattress (it is)
Bitch bad, make it do a backflip (bitch)
I fuck that bitch, make her hair twist (a-what)
Hunnid band cash in the mattress (what)
Wait, momma said boy "fix that mattress" (uh, mama)
Rich nigga, they gon’ put me on the Forbes list (rich)
I get that money, ain’t boring (what)
I’mma fuck her on the couch while you snorin’ (what)
Wait, I get that money, what happened?
Run up on me, choppa flip ’em like mattress
My bitch fuck her on the cabinet
She can get a mattress, I just shook a bitch, what happened?
Sorry, you lackin’
Bust in her mouth like a nav and she callin’ me captain (Dexter)
Off-White be the jacket (it is)
Fifty-thousand on the backend (yea)

[Verse 4: Playboi Carti]
I fuck that bitch on the mattress
She suck my dick on the mattress
All of my bitches the baddest
(Bad, bad, bad)
I walk in that bitch and the cameras they flashing
I heard you just walked in with catfish
All of my bitches look ah
All of your bitches look average
I fuck that bitch on the mattress
I got the Glock in the mattress
I got the guap on the mattress
What, what, what
Came a long way from the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came along way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was ripping the mattress

ASAP Ferg – One Night Savage (feat. Madeintyo) (Still Striving Album)

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
When you get the money, all your bitches be the baddest
Finna hit the dealership and pick me up a gadget
I love to hit it, but she always soaking up the mattress
Yeah, I’m a one night savage
When you get the money, all your bitches be the baddest
Finna hit the dealership and pick me up a gadget
I love to hit it, but she always soaking up the mattress
Yeah, I’m a one night savage

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
T-Nice used to be bagging up the dandruff
Make it disappear so I call ’em Uncle Magic
Pitch on the jets, swear that’s my only tactic
Want a jiggy nigga so I poke it like a cactus
Trap lord, Pelle Pelle rhinestone jacket
I’ma kill a pussy, put the kitty in the casket
When she skeet skeet, it be leaking through the mattress
I’m a one night savage

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
When you get the money, all your bitches be the baddest
Finna hit the dealership and pick me up a gadget
I love to hit it, but she always soaking up the mattress
Yeah, I’m a one night savage
When you get the money, all your bitches be the baddest
Finna hit the dealership and pick me up a gadget
I love to hit it, but she always soaking up the mattress
Yeah, I’m a one night savage

[Verse 2: MadeinTYO]
Yeah, I been getting guap so I know how to stack it
Baby wanna top me so I put her on the mattress
Told you that I want it so I had to make it happen
Never turn the camera on, but all these niggas actin’ (Ooh)
I just got a gadget (Ooh), Gucci with the Palace (Skr skr)
Wish these niggas had it (Sauce), I’m a one night savage (Skr skr)
I just got a gadget (Hey), Gucci with the Palace (Skr skr)
Wish these niggas had it (Ooh), I’m a one night savage

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
When you get the money, all your bitches be the baddest
Finna hit the dealership and pick me up a gadget
I love to hit it, but she always soaking up the mattress
Yeah, I’m a one night savage
When you get the money, all your bitches be the baddest
Finna hit the dealership and pick me up a gadget
I love to hit it, but she always soaking up the mattress
Yeah, I’m a one night savage

ASAP Ferg – East Coast Remix (feat. Busta Rhymes) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Busta Rhymes]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Y’all already know the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wack, a nigga blew it and I cannot
Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump in the back
Niggas up, she in the back of the truck
Lil’ mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call the cops yo
‘Fore we run up inside of that nigga’s lil’ condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know we’re in the house (trey fifth)
East Coast nigga!

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got riches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got (come on)
Don’t do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas
Y’all Now and Laters, sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I’m missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah
Who’s that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?
I’m finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah
I’m the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North and even West Coast, brah

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Blackin’ like I’m fresh out from retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn’t ride an instrumental but they ridin’ dick
I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, (aye) his diamonds like tip (aye)
His skin too clear, (aye) his bitch gon’ stare (aye)
So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine
I find these college chicks for top with Kylie’s lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like you want it (running)
Running, running like you stole it (running)
Running, running like I’m going (woo!)
Running, pitching like I’m bowling (woo!)
In my city, gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I’m Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I’m more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters on collins
I feel like a coach, I’m recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I’m ballin’ in blue like I’m hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don’t play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon’ pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I’m still conscious enough to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I’m mashin’

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down, rap game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck on Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone nigga

[Verse 6: Rick Ross]
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead me, I’ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz’s Angels
Never was a client, ’cause that boy ain’t buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder’s fee
Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me, text but don’t speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I’ma turn the labels out

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp, young nigga that’s doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all y’all niggas gon’ get merked
What the fuck is you talking ’bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon’ put in work
Bang on ya’ gang culture, out of this world
It’s all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don’t slip, think not, on the block where it’s hot
Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach, popping pill on ’em
I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin’
I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone
See I’m from Long Beach

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Snoop Dogg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
See I’m from Long Beach
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
See I’m from Long Beach
This that East Coast motherfucker
California motherfucker, see I’m from Long Beach
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
West Coast

ASAP Ferg – Nandos (Still Striving Album)

[Intro]
Nowadays shit is crazy out here man
Gotta protect yourself, yeah

[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
This what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
This what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me

[Verse 1]
Hundred bottles in the club when I land though
We was in the PJ flying high fucking up Nandos
Landed in Cannes for a couple bands, that was the plan though
We gotta get a couple model bitches we gon’ fuck on the damn boat
The ass and legs got me dippin’ out, we gon’ fuck with the Lambo
The pigs fuckin’ with me I’mma turn into Django
Let’s ride on these niggas ’til Kirk Knight gotta speed up the tempo
This Hennessy got me fucked up, yeah I ain’t feelin’ my pain though
Feelin’ my pain though

[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me

[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ hatin’ niggas damning my interviews
Fuck what you thinkin’ my nigga? This USA shit get it critical
I’m not talkin’ lyrical
I’m talkin’ po-po-po that be shootin’ niggas in the blues
Shit is so cynical
Call up a Uber now my little niggas will finish you
Now look what I did to you
Motherfucker don’t you see that I’m ridin’
24/7 on the corner all my niggas they be all survivin’
Used to only hear ice cream trucks now all we hear is sirens
That’s ’cause this fucking world only stuck on money and violence
Money and violence

[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me