Ayo Thrasher, put up the 808s
Billionaire Blood Gang
How you gon' open a case on wop but you claim you is not a rat
And it ain't that hard to find me, bitch, but the cops ain't got the six in their hands
I put the hood on my back, now I gotta put the world on my back
And don't forget, I gave your slime a pass, I left it in the past
I'm just a product of my environment, bitch, I had to adapt
Slime got the back door open, don't let me catch a hat
You say you gon' pull up to my show
Nigga pull up, cause my niggas on go
And they kicked me out of school, but I ain't give a f*ck
Nigga, cause my racks getting old
Same week that I got kicked out flipped a lil
Bag then, I turned it to a bowl
Slime got the streets in the headlock
We movin dog shit, nigga, for the low
I'm on Ape shit, bitch
Feel like Nigo
Allergic to these broke niggas
They is not my negros
My fan hoes f*ck they niggas
To my music, they give deep throat
Ask me how the f*ck I know
All these hoes is scene hoes
A$AP, A$AP, A$AP
He dropped the lo, then we got on that boy like A$AP
I'm with the mob, I'm with the mob
A$AP, A$AP, A$AP, A$AP
A$AP, A$AP, A$AP, A$AP, A$AP, A$AP, A$AP
Nigga, what