Asap
Come to your hood
And I pop at your click
I'm a go chopper
You stick to your stick
Fuck all that bumping
Like what is that shit
Asap a nigha
No feelings you get it
Care bout my money
Don't care bout no hoe
Rapping and trapping
Can never be broke
Most of you rappers
Be gay on the low
Gossip and talking
Like nighas don't know
Huh what
These nighas tripping
Come to my block
And we will handle business
Clean up that mess
We not leaving no witness
Fuck all that
Fuck all the that snitching
Fuck that lil bitch
I don't care about no pussy
Yes I'm a killer
But please don't push me
Rack and I rack
And I stuff in the sack
Stuck in that cell
And I'll never go back
Send them young nighas
They swiping your pack
Sipping that red
I don't know how to act
How much it run ya
Nothing I jack
Straight to the stove
And I whip it right back
Count up and count up
These nighas tripping real nighas count up
Dope on the counter If it's not money we don't want chatter
Count up and count up these nighas tripping real nighas count up
Dope on the counter if its not money we don't want chatter
Count up and count up
These nighas tripping Real nighas count up
Dope on the counter If it's not money we don't want chatter
Count up and count up these nighas tripping real nighas count up
Dope on the counter if its not money we don't want chatter
Fuck nighas
Slide out that van
We cap peal
I don't nothing I rap nigha
Fucking yo bitch in the trap
Then she go bake
And she box it up
Her and her friends go ship it out
Nigha be dripping
That's water spout
If it ain't popping
It's still a drought
Come from that gutter
Blood of brother
I come to your crib
And we sort it out
You don't want trouble
Pop at your bubble
Stripes on my vest
I earned the clout
Got damn come to your funeral
Fuck all these interviews
Fuck nigha
We moving on schedule
Rush nigha
One step ahead of you
Buss nigha
Lights out
I don't fuck with
None of you nighas
Y'all really like bitchs
And be in y'all feelings
Like bobby and whitney
Ya homies a envy
I shoot you like fifty
Count up and count up
These nighas tripping real nighas count up
Dope on the counter If it's not money we don't want chatter
Count up and count up these nighas tripping real nighas count up
Dope on the counter if its not money we don't want chatter
Count up and count up
These nighas tripping Real nighas count up
Dope on the counter If it's not money we don't want chatter
Count up and count up these nighas tripping real nighas count up
Dope on the counter if its not money we don't want chatter
And I pop at your click
I'm a go chopper
You stick to your stick
Fuck all that bumping
Like what is that shit
Asap a nigha
No feelings you get it
Care bout my money
Don't care bout no hoe
Rapping and trapping
Can never be broke
Most of you rappers
Be gay on the low
Gossip and talking
Like nighas don't know
Huh what
These nighas tripping
Come to my block
And we will handle business
Clean up that mess
We not leaving no witness
Fuck all that
Fuck all the that snitching
Fuck that lil bitch
I don't care about no pussy
Yes I'm a killer
But please don't push me
Rack and I rack
And I stuff in the sack
Stuck in that cell
And I'll never go back
Send them young nighas
They swiping your pack
Sipping that red
I don't know how to act
How much it run ya
Nothing I jack
Straight to the stove
And I whip it right back
Count up and count up
These nighas tripping real nighas count up
Dope on the counter If it's not money we don't want chatter
Count up and count up these nighas tripping real nighas count up
Dope on the counter if its not money we don't want chatter
Count up and count up
These nighas tripping Real nighas count up
Dope on the counter If it's not money we don't want chatter
Count up and count up these nighas tripping real nighas count up
Dope on the counter if its not money we don't want chatter
Fuck nighas
Slide out that van
We cap peal
I don't nothing I rap nigha
Fucking yo bitch in the trap
Then she go bake
And she box it up
Her and her friends go ship it out
Nigha be dripping
That's water spout
If it ain't popping
It's still a drought
Come from that gutter
Blood of brother
I come to your crib
And we sort it out
You don't want trouble
Pop at your bubble
Stripes on my vest
I earned the clout
Got damn come to your funeral
Fuck all these interviews
Fuck nigha
We moving on schedule
Rush nigha
One step ahead of you
Buss nigha
Lights out
I don't fuck with
None of you nighas
Y'all really like bitchs
And be in y'all feelings
Like bobby and whitney
Ya homies a envy
I shoot you like fifty
Count up and count up
These nighas tripping real nighas count up
Dope on the counter If it's not money we don't want chatter
Count up and count up these nighas tripping real nighas count up
Dope on the counter if its not money we don't want chatter
Count up and count up
These nighas tripping Real nighas count up
Dope on the counter If it's not money we don't want chatter
Count up and count up these nighas tripping real nighas count up
Dope on the counter if its not money we don't want chatter
Credits
Writer(s): Roses Gabor, Daniel Dare
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