โหลดเพลง mp3 Kristi - A$AP Ferg

Kristi - A$AP Ferg/Denzel Curry/IDK/NickNack
Written by：Denzel Curry/Darold Brown/Frank Parra/Nick Joseph/Jason Mills
Aw Lord baby she got a flip phone

Da-d**n baby I been smokin'
Been chokin' and it's so potent baby we high baby

And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg baby
You a giant baby you steppin' on these n**gas' necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the on the top of them big baby
And choke them even harder cause you's a dog
You's a you's a f**kin' champ these are puppies baby
They can't they can't f**k with you baby Lord
Racks on racks on racks yeah Dapper Dan all on my back right
Double G all on my cap yeah monogram on a Maybach smear
Testin' that p**sy like Pap smear eatin' that b**ch from the back yeah
Mumble rap all on that cat yeah Lil Pump she makin' it clap
I'm 'bout to write Yammy a letter tell 'em I'm doin' way better right
Plain Jane the song of the year yeah I'm busy just chasin' the lettuce
I'm a Calvin Klein model on billboards I did a campaign with the fellas right
Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too they got cheddar alright
Shoot videos in the PJs yeah then I go hop on a PJ yeah
They sendin' me all these free clothes right momma just put it on eBay
I run the sh*t like a relay n**gas gon' have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me and Jam Master Jay for TJ

Godd**n n**ga
When it be raining outside n**ga you the umbrella
Cause that sh*t just bounce off you with that Gucci

God n**ga I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci baby
Cause you just all over the f**kin' world with this sh*t baby
N**gas cannot touch you
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don't wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
F**kin' with the Lords no Frodo Baggins
N**gas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat b**ch
Even though my name is Denzel no actin'
Pap-pap puttin' everything inside a casket
Track that everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that put that b**ch inside a prophylactic
When I'm rappin' got no hard-on double tappin'
From a city built on coke and pistol-packin'
See you flaggin' and they packin' what you lackin'
Take you out and then they act like nothin' happen
Amnesia got rid of the heater
Back in the hood where they blowin' on reefer
I follow the light while you follow the leader
Now a n**ga overseas where they checkin' my Visa look
Nah baby what kinda flip phone you got

Is that a Nextel baby no a Chirp baby

This n**ga got a Boost baby what the f**k

N**ga you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
N**ga you need to get one of these f**kin' Motorolas baby
N**gas can't even track us baby
Finger roll finger roll finger roll finger roll dunk yeah
Ballin' on my enemies I ain't even tyin' up the pumps huh
Imagine when I tie 'em up yeah
I shake 'em they gon' need a crutch yeah
And I ain't talkin' groupie b**ches
When I say they got their panties in a bunch
I'm talkin' n**gas I ain't talkin' nada
They ain't talkin' figures gotta be six seven or better
Tryna get a house gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace
You gon' have to step up
Cruisin' in a Wraith see if they make it get-up
Pull up to the place f**ked her when we met up
Yeah I'm gettin' buzz but I never let up
I ain't seen a doctor but I got my check up
Check up check up check up check up
I'm playin' chess you stuck on checkers
That's why your gang can never check us
They take your chain and now you neck-less

Check up check up check up check up
I got a check on my watch wait

I'm losin' track of time
Cause I don't hear tick or no tock yup