A$AP Ferg - Lullaby lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Hart] Me, by myself One guy, one bullet All day, every day Wake up, go back to sleep, take a nap You ever go night night, n***a!? You about to go night night, n***a! Everybody go night night, n***a! [Hook: A$ton Matthews] Then it's rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby When the choppers knock, baby, then it's rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby When the choppers knock, baby, then it's rock-a-bye baby [Verse 1: A$ton Matthews] You never know names, my shooters got range Get removed for the sane When these new n***as hang, they new to the game And the chopper leave brains Who bringing the pain? Rang-a-tang on that ang And it's gon' leave a stain Hop out, do my thang, skrrt skrrt through the lanes No face and no names Give a f** 'bout these lames, got ice in the cup Got ice in the chain Your b**h in the cut, dry s** in the cup, you want make it rush Then bring it to us, you get in a jam, then you don't know us We move on the hush, finessing, we juggin' That sh** that we clutchin', we'll need no discussion It's nothin', my n***as know it's nothin' Brick Mick Foley, flex Pac, arm, arm, leg, then headshots Shorty, drop that acid, and show me what that neck 'bout Neck service, that neck service, she'll bust it open if the check worth it Money and the power, now these b**hes tryna hang with me Driver and a shooter, make a move, it ain't a thang to me Hit a lick and then hit the road, catch five shots 'fore you hit the flo' She hit the do' and hit the dome, that's a redbone under mistletoe [Pre-Hook: A$ton Matthews] My b**hes, they foreign, you slippin', I'm scorin' Two two-threes, I'm Jordan, you slippin', I'm scorin' You slippin', I'm scorin', you slippin', I'm scorin' You slippin', I'm scorin', I'm scorin' [Hook: A$ton Matthews] Then it's rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby When the choppers knock, baby, then it's rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby When the choppers knock, baby, then it's rock-a-bye baby [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Rock-a-bye baby, b**h, you crazy You think you k**ing me? I hit up your auntie and baby Now ain't that your grandma Mercedes? Cut that b**h and your grandpa, [?] Hades Get her a** burned in the Benz Window shield wipers with daises Talk-and-never-do-the-sh** n***a Catch him messing with them hooligan n***as A bunch of [?] demons off the wet And the chiefer finna pull up, lookin' thru you with the blinker Hit 'em with the lead like a number two pencil Hungry while I wait, well then motherf** this n***a Catch a n***a dreaming while he drooling on the pillow I pray to the Lord I could have a day, no sinnin' Swear to God, stressed 'cause my head getting thinner I wanna win, never motherf**ing winter Keep it in the jeans, pistol, need a zipper Seeing life through the eyes of a k**er Catch him on the block like Thrilla in Manila Make his a** shake like Ali and Frazier Run up on his a** like a motherf**ing pacer Put him in a lake so I guess he a Laker, swim [Pre-Hook: A$ton Matthews] My b**hes, they foreign, you slippin', I'm scorin' Two two-threes, I'm Jordan, you slippin', I'm scorin' You slippin', I'm scorin', you slippin', I'm scorin' You slippin', I'm scorin', I'm scorin' [Hook: A$ton Matthews] Then it's rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby When the choppers knock, baby, then it's rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye baby Rock-a-bye baby When the choppers knock, baby, then it's rock-a-bye baby [Outro: A$AP Nast] You ain't f**ing with it, you feel me? I want you to hurt n***as' feelings out here, bruh Like seriously, my n***a Like if you gon' move how a n***a move, man You gotta be out here wilding out on these n***as, bruh Don't f**ing talking to n***as, don't sign no autographs Don't talk to kids, slap babies All this crazy sh**, my n***a, you feel me? That's the type of sh** I'm on, bruh We 'bout to take over the world, man, Out Here Boys, n***a Yeah, you know what they call me, right? Winston Myvry