Pyroman Hey, wait, come again Wait, hey, rah! Me and Rocky sip the sake up in Paris Eating calamari Me and Carti at a party with some shawties Say what's up to Bari, aye Vandalizing your Ferrari, am I hating? No, I roll with Cartier Sipping Dom Pérignon Whole squad Dom Perry, aye Out in Paris like I'm Perry Ellis Parisian people love parasailing Parallel park the 911 Parisian stones, fuck yo VVS's United Kingdom with the French connection French kissin and Parisian sexin' French girls, French fries, French toast, French goyard Ev'ry day Me and Rocky sip the sake up in Paris Eating calamari Me and Carti at a party with some shawties Say what's up to Bari, aye Vandalizing your Ferrari, am I hating? No, I roll with Cartier Sipping Dom Perignon Whole squad Dom Perry, aye Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh Rocking that tee with a V Fucking that bitch out the T and the V, ooh Ducking the T-M the Z, ooh Fashion week bitch overseas, ooh Fucking my team for the week, ya Fucking my team with no fee, ya Fucking my two for the free, ya Aye, aye, yeah Fuck bein' humble Little bitch, I'm from the jungle, aye Haters talk down but every time they do They always fucking mumble (word, word) Lil nigga, when you talkin' to a boss Watch how you're talkin' (word) Cause I got some niggas that pull up right now And put you in a coffin (blrrt buck bow!) Yeah, put 'em in a coffin I ain't playin' with these niggas, uh Nasty back and I'm bossin' (boss) Me and Rocky sip the sake up in Paris Eating calamari Me and Carti at a party with some shawties Say what's up to Bari, aye Vandalizing your Ferrari, am I hating? No, I roll with Cartier Sippin' Dom Pérignon Whole squad Dom Perry, aye

Uh, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Gucci, that Prada, that Fendi Ice Cube, all about the Benjis Spend ten bands in Fendi A$AP, my niggas with me Niggas be talking that bullshit Your main bitch said I look gorgeous What I spent on my chain, that's your mortgage (cash out) Brand new Porsche came with some horses Sipping that purple like Prince .40 my tool, that's my wrench Ballin' like J-Kidd, assist Shootin that three like a swish Moving in silence, I need me some guidance I'm wildin' this money and violence Come out the projects, I want it, I got it Margiela just running through college Fresh out the Porsche, check out my shorts Best from the west to the north Catching some rec with my thots, aye Getting a check for my thoughts, aye Dripping in jelly, I trap off a celly I look like I'm rich in the 80's Droop with the grippy, I cruise through the bity I'm buggin out crazy, no brazy Ski mask on me so them niggas can't trace me Car is so fast when I skrt they can't chase me Margiela Marino now she wanna date me She see the money, now she tryna play me Hope out the Rari, go vroom I never lack, I stay with goons And you know Gucci my shoes Breaking the rules, stay on the news And you know my shot go swish Shoot from a three point, boy I won't miss Smooky just caught a new lick Diamonds don't drip, don't front, you get hit Funny vibes, I can sense something different in the air It's like a weight being lifted Take some hatred, oh I get it Really trippin' cause you broke and you in your feelings Let her go, she in her feelings Niggas can't tell you shit, man, don't know the difference When you're in your twenties making parents' livid Cause you making millions Make em wanna live it than you make a living Over what you spent and making poor decisions Music for the children, hope they make it Major even independent, free them out the penni' Keep him out the prison, writing freedom with the pen and pencil MTV about a Interstitial Fuck with me because it's beneficial Unsuspected like an incidental Chasing that bag 2017, 2018 They breaking my hoes in half Come on through stunting too Looking like a nigga dad Foreign bitches, pull up Type of bitches nigga wish he had Looking in the mirror, vision getting clearer I see why you mad Chickens coming in, they gotta go She ain't fucking then she gotta go Wanna see me drown, I gotta float Best believe I get it by the boat Thirsty bitch, she wanna sit up in it Had your bitch and she be lickin' in it Car so big she wanna get up in it Tell the bitch to chill but she still catching feelings [.45 that] chopper, it ready to spit on you niggas All of my bitches, they fucking, they acting siddity Ya, stacking the guap, feel like Diddy All of my bitches get millie Popping that molly prescription All of my niggas they dishing I just go hard in the kitchen Bitches they fuckin', they lickin' Carti, I'm getting that, uh Told her go mind her own business 'Fore I die, I'mma make a billie Stack a couple millie, 'Rari in the billy House upon the hilly, diamonds getting chilly Bunch of indie niggas with me repping Philly Oh lord, it's the Hood Pope Shouldn't walk 'cause I could float Model bitch, get a good throat Said she in love with the hood folks, god damn Nasty baby, 2017 Big ol' diamonds in my pinky ring Prada on me, bitch I do my thing I ain't gotta talk to you niggas lame Disappear on 'em like David Blaine Combat boots on me like Major Payne These niggas is funny like Damon Wayans Boy you so broke, man that shit a shame Member times I was broke, now I'm getting that bag Member times I was broke, now I'm getting that bag Member times I was broke, man I'm getting that bag See I remember times I was broke, now a nigga chasin' that bag

Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no) To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (bling blaww-blaww) Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad I had to go buy her a mink, *whoosh* (mink, ayy) Fuck what you think, yuh (fuck what you, fuck what you think) Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love, I think I'ma buy it a ring My diamond's shinin', yours cloudy Diamond's ice, play hockey Lean got me feelin' drowsy Stripper bih, she work at Follies Meet me at the hotel lobby Air Max, runnin' to the money You ain't takin' nothin' from me And I'm gon' die 'bout it (Focus) From demons, distractions To all the reactions of fame She probably collapsin' her heart over taxes I'm blowin' a kiss on the way Production big, can't fit on a stage Too many fans to fit in the crowd Too many bands to get 'em on stage Screwin' his band, his rhythm on stage I say in advance, so pay in advance I'm way too advanced to figure him out I set the bar, don't give 'em a break The bar's too high to give it a raise A flow, like God, so give him a raise Stones I got, I get 'em appraised Draw my Glock and get him erased Slow you, God, I give it away Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no, no) To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Niggarace, new Versace Sippin' sake with my posse (yeah, ah) Eat that pussy like hibachi Leave it wet, that dick Dasani (ah, alright) Salvador Dalí, her body (yeah) It's a work of art, you copy? (yeah, Ferg) Nigga, all she do pilates I go hard, you rappers copy (ooh, damn) 'Cause it feels so good when it's you And it feels so good when it's new 'Cause it feels so good when it's new (ayy) Why you actin' like you ain't knew? Niggarace, new Versace I be mobbin' with my posse Stretch that coochie like pilates I'm gon' eat it like hibachi Play no game, no Tamagotchi Finger froze like Liberace Fuck that bitch, I make her knot me While I rep Trilluminati Yah, oh, right Pelle Pel, butter soft, we was in them lobbies Holla holla, steady mobbin', only God can stop me, huh Dollar signs, a lot of diamonds, I'm about to sign me Cop a Tommy, yeah, the Tommy Thousand band like Fauni, yeah All in the forest, hey Lookin' for porridge, hey Ricky in storage, fresh with the chorus Dressed like a tourist, hey, yeah That's with the bomber, huh Fuck up some commas, hey, hmm Glock for the drama, hey Do what I want, fuck when I wanna... 'Cause it feels so good when it's you And it feels so good when it's new 'Cause it feels so good when it's new (ayy) Why you actin' like you ain't knew? (Niggarace) Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no) To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy) (Niggarace) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (bling blaww-blaww) Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad I had to go buy her a mink, *whoosh* (mink, ayy) Fuck what you think, yuh (fuck what you, fuck what you think) Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love, I think I'ma buy it a ring Yuh (what?)

I never gave a fuck, I'm on a paper chase, I tell 'em Eat my dust, hate my guts Eat my dust, hate my guts Lick my nuts, kiss my butt Lick my, I'm just tryna get a nut Never, never, never, never, never I'm smoking the reefer, I roll with the Nina, I roam from the reaper and cock bust Twisting my finger, I fuck on a diva, I bought her a ticket in Bahamas Comma, llama, they not equip for the drama Got weed on my fingers, got me on my speakers, got lean on the seat of the Lam' bruh Chopper, chopper, pull up around with a Moss berg When the reaper come, red rum, I'll murder something Enemies on my mind, enemies in the past when I blast My TEC-9, it go, "Pat, pat, pat, pat, rat-a-tat, tat, tat" Too fast, niggas know how I get And this revenge up in my eyes, I'm committing my sin, amen Lord, forgive me for the shit I did Was just a little kid, but you know I never gave a fuck about shit, 'bout shit Since I came up, and I'm on my old shit, old shit And they ain't about shit, 'bout shit, 'bout shit Since I came up, and I'm on my old shit, old shit And they ain't about shit, 'bout shit Niggas ain't about shit, 'bout shit Told the plug it's for me, he came down on the price Live a bit in these streets, I teach you how to survive You disrespect me, you playing around with your life I see you follow fashion, tryna get down with the hype Like Freddy Kruger, man I get down with the stripes It's VVS, man there ain't no clouds in my ice She said what's my real name and I don't know how to reply On a different planet, man, I'm out of my mind I was on the grind for many years, and you were never there Who the fuck's putting all this stuffing in these teddy bears? Fuck my enemies, man, I make the devil scared Man, I got six chains, and I wear them anywhere Every day, I'm shitting, and I'm pissing on this hypocrisy It's that uncontrollable demon they didn't wanna see This that virus in the system, the prodigy And I have to murder all you fakers in this odyssey, greaze! Life is like a movie, life is like a movie Live it like a movie, live it like a movie Swear, these haters, they don't move me, yeah, ayy Life is like a movie, Steven Spielberg Riding through your city with the Moss berg I just parked a Benz right up on the curb Pull up on a bird, ask her what's the word Said they on the corner, they ain't got your work Yeah, yeah, them niggas got the nerve I'ma pull up, swerve, skrr, yeah, I swerve Hammer time, hammer time If it's beef, pussy, yeah, I handle mine Yeah, that's from A$AP, nigga, then I pulled the trigger Go extend that bitch to a bullet head Niggas up the shit, yeah, rappers full of shit, yeah Hope they get the picture, I don't give a fuck about shit, 'bout shit Since I came up, and I'm on my old shit, old shit And they ain't about shit, 'bout shit, 'bout shit Since I came up, and I'm on my old shit, old shit And they ain't about shit, 'bout shit Niggas ain't about shit, 'bout shit

All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know it's showtime I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind Hundred thousand, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle we was blowin' 9s Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time And you know I gotta cross the finish line You can't stand me bitch? Sit it down When we in the field, it's a touchdown And you know your bitch is a bustdown She gon' turn around and get turnt out Hopped up in a foreign car, then I burnt out I don't waste time on the FaceTime R.I.P the pussy, leave it face down Two best friends at the same time Two best friends at the same time Flava Flav clock by my waist line I find it funny how she blow time Forward lil mama cause she hold it down Nickname her Karma 'cause she go around When she come around, better not fuck around Write a couple bars, I bet I blow your mind Deadly with the pins, I don't bowl around Mercedes Benz, I roll around Like 80 bands, when I walk around All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know it's showtime I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle, we was blowing 9s Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time And you know I gotta cross the finish line You can't stand me bitch? Sit it down In the Hellcat, yeah, burning out Let the window down, yeah, air it out Lay a nigga down, ooh, lay him down I'ma hit that bih with a hundred rounds! All my bitches bad, and they poking out Pull up with them knots, yeah, I'm Ashton now Aston Martin coupe, yeah, cashing out All black Rollie, yeah, bust down All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know it's showtime I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind What's the word? I just saw your hoe up on the strip and she look thirsty Gave that hoe my number, told her call me up for certain Yeah, I know what's it's worth Give that pussy up, and if it's wet, I'll buy a purse (I don't be trickin') Ridin' in my Murc' Seat way back, bumpin' new Lil Uzi Vert, aye Diamonds dance like Carlton You can see them through my shirt, aye Flexin' on these niggas, know they see me and it hurt (Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex) Flexin' on these niggas, I be with them geeks But make one phone call, you get hit up (Bow, bow, bow, bow, blatt!) All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know it's showtime I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle, we was blowing 9's Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time And you know I gotta cross the finish line You can't stand me bitch? Sit it down

Yo, yo-yo, yo 90's era Nasty, yeah Yo, Ty Beats! I need some time alone Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone That's the work of satan niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold This ain't just me rapping it's real and something you gots to know Catch a mark nigga hating, get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go Whoa, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the 90's raised me I'm just as smart, probably smarter than half the cats who play me Brazy, driving miss daisy, hit on my strap In my zone, mind on my money like where that shit at? I'm all alone, that's my only hope And be damned if I'mma chase that with some phony homes, on the real It be the ones that say, "We got this, that you ain't alone" As long as I'm here to pull out the Glock 9 and cocked it He mad you got rich but on the low you should've watched him Cats conniving, head first into the livest object "That was your man, now you 'bout to die quick" Over some fly shit, you feel reminded of your fast-life ventures And winters, blinded 'til the flashlight enters I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I bought the funky-funky Nikes got the hat to match I bought the funky-funky Nikes got the hat to match I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no coming back And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no coming back I got a poor man's panache, I be stretching the cash I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad Borderline manic depressive, rappers stressing me bad Got too many less than impressive rappers left in my path Better yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the past Someone slides, this time I ride, you get left in the back Who am I? I'm a titan so be expecting a clash Start to waving arms at you, you'd think I'm catching a cab No questions cause the answers [?] ass Look at Meth, breaking bad like he cooking meth in the lab Still a lethal weapon but try and bless him with math Rappers never learn their lesson so I ain't letting 'em pass I ain't letting 'em brag, I ain't letting 'em swag Fuck swag, just being blunt, while I'm plucking my ash Y'all ain't up in my class in the building It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP death I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I bought the funky-funky Nikes got the hat to match I bought the funky-funky Nikes got the hat to match I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no coming back And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no coming back Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breaking backboards Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god body I play the back of clubs, click a file, young as a [?] Fools get rowdy, ain't nothing dumb, my guns from Saudi High off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rolling the finest You know the El Sucio Guapo, I'm head honcho I sport the poncho, connects with Sandro, the illest y'all know Killing 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer But check my rhymes though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe Watch out for potholes, H leaning, that's why he drive slow Nast Diablo, the 90's era shit in effect Clowns be watching, best protect ya necks I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I bought the funky-funky Nikes got the hat to match I bought the funky-funky Nikes got the hat to match I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no coming back And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no coming back