A$AP MOB - Full Metal Jacket lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] A$AP! Guess who just came up? From the land of milk and honey, where the thing bust Spray the Mac-11 'til a n***a sprang up And it's snakes in the gra** but the b**h ain't cut That lean and that Tussin be up in my cup Slanging that d**, there's no stretching no cut Four gold chains, same color was the slugs And a chain with a plate saying, "Don't give a f**" [Verse 2: A$AP Twelvyy] I be on that block, be on that stoop Tryna get cash for the coop Get cash for the coop, got Da$h in the loop Might spaz on your troop, cause that's what I do More fashionable with a bad b**h or two All of my tools, all of my j**els Man, I'm awfully cool, all of these dudes Watching all of our moves, I'm offing these fools [Verse 3: Da$h] Henny in my cup, half a blunt in my jaws Said f** court, now I'm running from the law Paid the attorney, I give a f** about the charge Think the ho's Matlock, way to get a n***a off Feeling like Kurt Cobain, black b**h love c**aine Learn my tricks from the dope game Young and high die tryna get rich R. Kelly really think that I can fly in this b**h? [Verse 4: A$AP Ant] Blow in her nose got crack on the stove House full of girls, who know my flow Real-a** n***a keep the burner in my draws p**y-a** n***as get the full clip y'all Rich-a** n***a house got eight dogs Two times four broads, that's eight broads Fly young n***a with the Black Scale on She loving my music, she singing my songs [Verse 5: A$AP Ferg] Bang 'em, get Halle Berry when I spray 'em Dump 'em in the garbage, I would "Losing Issiah" 'em Ah, damn, Young Fergy turn into a satan Got you laying dead, mothaf**a, better say your prayers AK 'em, brrrr in that dirt you be laying Mama gon' be crying, won't you hear that preacher singing He be singing like, "Welcome to the crossroads" Bang 'em, pull the trigger, middle finger when you hear them shots spraying [Verse 6: A$AP Nast] Just bought new shoes, that's Prada New crib out in Cali smoking maui With my n***as, like I oughta, A$AP 'member that Now my n***as 'bout to blow, like propane Yeah, I talk about Raf like I talk about rap But it's only cause I'm flossing, take it up another notch See they like our sound, it's so amazing They say it costs to be the boss We done earned our spot, y'all n***as tryna take it Jock a little bit of steez from the set But it's cool, probably thought I wouldn't say sh** It's a recession in the hood, I ain't going back home Every dollar, I'mma make it Won't stop 'til we ball like the Lakers, b**h