Album Name

Kristi (Feat. Denzel Curry, IDK & NickNack)

Artist

A$AP Ferg

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2018.03.21

Release Agency

Sony Music

Kristi (Feat. Denzel Curry, IDK & NickNack) - A$AP Ferg
Aw Lord baby
she got a flip phone
Da-damn baby
I been smokin'
Been chokin' and
it's so potent baby
we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci
by my man Ferg baby
You a giant baby
you steppin' on these niggas' necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that
ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the
on the top of them big baby
And choke them even harder
cause you's a dog
You's a you's a fuckin' champ
these are puppies baby
They can't
they can't fuck with you baby
Lord
Racks on racks on racks
yeah
Dapper Dan all on my back
right
Double G all on my cap
yeah
monogram on a Maybach
smear
Testin' that pussy like Pap
smear
eatin' that bitch from the back
yeah
Mumble rap all on that cat
yeah
Lil Pump she makin' it clap
I'm 'bout to write Yammy a letter
tell 'em I'm doin' way better
right
Plain Jane
the song of the year
yeah
I'm busy just chasin' the lettuce
I'm a Calvin Klein model
on billboards
I did a campaign with the fellas
right
Adidas done gave me another deal
and Hennessy too
they got cheddar
alright
Shoot videos in the PJs
yeah
then I go hop on a PJ
yeah
They sendin' me
all these free clothes
right
momma just put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay
niggas gon' have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me
and Jam Master Jay for TJ
Goddamn nigga
When it be raining outside nigga
you the umbrella
Cause that shit just bounce off
you with that Gucci
God nigga I'ma call you
Kristi YamaGucci baby
Cause you just all over the fuckin'
world with this shit baby
Niggas cannot touch you
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don't wanna see a pretty
scene get drastic
Fuckin' with the Lords
no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes
to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel
no actin'
Pap-pap
puttin' everything inside a casket
Track that
everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that
put that bitch
inside a prophylactic
When I'm rappin'
got no hard-on
double tappin'
From a city built on coke
and pistol-packin'
See you flaggin' and
they packin' what you lackin'
Take you out and then
they act like nothin' happen
Amnesia got rid of the heater
Back in the hood
where they blowin' on reefer
I follow the light
while you follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas
where they checkin' my Visa
look
Nah baby
what kinda flip phone you got
Is that a Nextel baby
no a Chirp baby
This nigga got a Boost baby
what the fuck
Nigga you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
Nigga you need to get one of these
fuckin' Motorolas baby
Niggas can't even track us baby
Finger roll finger roll finger roll
finger roll dunk yeah
Ballin' on my enemies
I ain't even tyin' up the pumps
huh
Imagine when I tie 'em up
yeah
I shake 'em
they gon' need a crutch
yeah
And I ain't talkin' groupie bitches
When I say
they got their panties in a bunch
I'm talkin' niggas
I ain't talkin' nada
They ain't talkin' figures
gotta be six seven or better
Tryna get a house
gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace
You gon' have to step up
Cruisin' in a Wraith
see if they make it get-up
Pull up to the place
fucked her when we met up
Yeah I'm gettin' buzz
but I never let up
I ain't seen a doctor
but I got my check up
Check up check up
check up check up
I'm playin' chess
you stuck on checkers
That's why your gang
can never check us
They take your chain
and now you neck-less
Check up check up
check up check up
I got a check on my watch
wait
I'm losin' track of time
Cause I don't hear tick or no tock
yup