A$AP Ferg - Kristi YamaGucci lyrics

[Intro: NickNPattiWhack] Aw lord baby, she got a flip phone Damn baby, I been smoking Been choking and its 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***as' necks Sometimes you gotta just ease that left foot off baby And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, baby And choke them even harder 'Cause you's a dawg, you's f**ing [??], these are puppies baby They can't f** with you baby, lord [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] Racks on racks on racks Dapper Dan all on my back Double G all on my cap Monogram on a Maybach Testing that p**y like Pap (smear) Eating that b**h from the back (yeah) Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump she makin' it clap I'm 'bout to write here me a letter Tell 'em I'm doing way better "Plain Jane" the song of the year I'm busy just chasing the lettuce I'ma Calvin Klein model on billboards I did a campaign with the fellas Adidas done gave me another deal And Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright) Shoot videos in the PJ's Then I go hop on a PJ (yeah) They sending me all these free clothes Momma just put it on eBay I run the sh** like a relay n***as gon' have to press replay Yammy say hi to my daddy for me And Jam Master Jay for TJ [Interlude: NickNPattiWhack] Goddamn, n***a When it be raining outside n***a, you the umbrella 'Cause that sh** just bounce off you with that Gucci God, n***a I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby 'Cause you just all over the f**in' world with this sh**, baby n***as cannot touch you [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget You don't wanna see a pretty scene get drastic f**in' with the lords, no Frodo Baggins n***as bring your clothes to the screen like a fat b**h Even though my name is Denzel, no actin' Pap-pap, puttin' everything inside a casket Track that, everything is gonna be a cla**ic Wrap that, put that b**h inside a prophylactic When I'm rappin', got no hard-on, double tappin' From a city built on coke and pistol-packin' See you flagging 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***a overseas where they checkin' my Visa, look [Interlude: NickNPattiWhack] Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got? Is that a Nextel baby, Chirp baby This n***a got a Boost, baby, what the f** n***a, you gotta step it up You need to get you a trap phone You need to get one of these f**in' Motorola's n***as can't even track us, baby [Verse 3: IDK] Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't even tying up to punks Imagine when I tie 'em up, yeah I shake 'em, they gon' need a crutch, yeah And I ain't talking groupie b**hes when I say they got their panties in a bunch I'm talking n***as, I ain't talking nada They ain't talking 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 Cruising in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up Pull up to the place, f**ed her when we met up Yeah, I'm getting 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 playing 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 losing track of time 'cause I don't hear tick or no tock (yeah)