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A$sap Nast: I'm only one of the hottest that spated Cuz i walked the lonely mile with satan Smokin a bag of what the f** you sayin Nasty baby b**h, dont get me confused, i never could luse and never will Aside from any guy, i slay with swords my dead lords are so so many guys I make yoy cry, angry bullets from my f**ng semi fly You disrepect the set im mobbin with, who you mobbin with? You cryin b**h, im bout my motherf**in job and sh** Always striving prosper come trough when we mobbin in Who that, thats nasty baby In a oldschool rental, n***as can't get it Nasty baby, shout out to trap lord rental We in the building n***as rentin' it Nasty baby bout end this sh** A$AP Twelvy: I spit that murder murder murderous sh** That vocal venom, dopest rhytm you could probably hit the curb with this sh** There ain't no money in the hood they hit bird the sh** And cut the middleman out he ain't deservin' his split And get the cream with the people, divide the sh** equal f** the evils, we gon stack this paper for our sequal Thats a goal, drop a quick gem for the people Im a star, spittin hot lava man i lethal Like madonna, n***as on us, triggas on us Hit the corners, they swarm us, they didn't warn us Wale, they comin through with the with the war its Hop out of the ?? and head to the fortress Over the the west side, harlem let them techs fly Can't believe a n***a used to work up in that best buy Now a n***a top 5, nuthin like michelin Always in that crown hot, sumthin like ?? And i get the crowd live, and i bring the b**hes in ?? ?? ??? ??? ???? ????, ??? ?? ??? Asap worldwide, young n***as gettin it Hittin this, spittin this ??? ????? (A$AP Ant:) Hold on, drive slow Mask on, gun low Balla on the court dishin' out like rondo Got everything you need, weed or the c**aine If a n***a bleed leave him dead like cobain Five pugs looking like a bunch of f**in ??? Brain on d**, hand on snubs on my way to the d** Andrew jackson Money confession got your b**h undressing, givin out lessons Anybody can get it, f** n***as that frontin cause i've done did it Got good aim so i shoot on my pivot Bring it to yo momma crib dirty chop the kitchen Trap house boomin, we still pitchin All blue 7 you would thought i was crippin All gold ?? turned my friend to a christian Hope i dont die fo i turn 21 Not tryna die from the barrel of the gun Im'a keep rhymin, imma go diamond, thug in this industry This is where the win is me, get yourself on yo feet If you f**in feelin me [ASAP Nast:] Who shot the sheriff, i said me b**h Screamin out who runnin who runnin like we was 3-6 A$AP be the mafia, who stoppin us Motherf**ers can't do the job for us So i murder n***a leave em red up on the corner Flako told me put em on em So I'm buzzing like a hornets nest Too cold for these b**h im boning Nasty baby , spittin off the top too I'm over the block too Who want it i got two I put shots in you, and whoever come through my block (Rocky; Or ya top too, even with ya chip tooth) Ya rock too and you know i gotchu A$AP Rocky:) f** it listen Ughh A$AP Worldwide n***a You know hwot that sh** go down Ayo flex i told you i got you my n***a I tol you i got you Feeling like a vigilante or a visionary Back when cemeteries, d**h Or thoughts of prison couldn't scare me Shoot at Military Don't believe me doggie Triple dare me, check your dictionary Find me under none, fictionary Lifes a game of pictionary Sittin on that train Fancy gurads and master keys Whip em like a scape Harlem East side get that cake West side get tht bread Got a murder mob on way My BX n***a techs n***a Young n***as, dumb n***as Shoot before they think Get tipped off get clipped off Then living in the clink Get washed up then rinsed off Young pup with the big dog Young buck wearing big draws Piss poor to the crystal Jump jump like criss cross Crossed off like chris brawl Big guns call em Rick Ross Broke home make my dick soft Lick balls then dick pause I spit raw make them sh** jaw I ain't even mad so just imagine when i'm pissed off A$AP FErg In a dark room in Harlem Thinking bout shots And how Billy grazed me And it coulda hit Rock And a couple of other n***as But they don't roll my block Machiavelli from Harlem How you wanna be Pac Wanna be a jiggy n***a From the East coast right The beast coast right I know you feelin the feet close right You know i can see it in ya face Your teeth all tight Well Flex got beats We can beef all night Schoolboy you better School ya boy Hit you wit the ruler boy I'm the new 50 cent I will f**ing Ja rule ya boy Chillin to Shabba Ranks Fo're i hit you with the tooler boy Hit em with the chopsticks And f**ing Tai fool ya boy I don't sell rocks n***a i smoke em Bobby selling crack and thats no joking The beat had me laced I started West coast-in sh** was too potent And now I'm ready to poke somethin' Rock you wanna know somn? Sherane got good brain A couple Harlem n***as Said that b**h up in the chicken wing You top Dawg I heard you in a lick of things A Hollywood bully where you??????