Gotham City

(الألبوم: Lord$ Never Worry - 2012)

[Hook: ASAP Ferg]
Point em out where he at
Chrome .9 point the mac
Sit him down, in the trap
Four pound for the strap
Big guns go BRAP!
ASAP where it's at
Real niggas all black
Sip lean so relax
Point em out where he at
Chrome .9 point the mac
Sit him down in the trap
Four pound for the strap
Big guns go BRAP!
ASAP where it's at
Real niggas all black
Cozy boy so relax

[Verse 1: ASAP Ferg]
Young Trap Lord, dime of the purp
Ride or die boy, nigga get murked
Pull a 9 boy, play with the dirt
Laying on who Sleep in the earth
She feel on my clothes, she lifting her skirt
She say she love coke, she sniffin the work
Semi auto Tec, guns go flur
Bang bang bang and I bet that one squirt

She wathing my body, pursuing my colleagues
Versace, my eyelids but it Yves Saint-Laurent me
Twelvy in Huraches and Margiela on Rocky
Yohji Yamamoto for Ty Nast and Ty Beats

Fuck bitches that's on me
Wack bitches move kindly
Last niggas of a dying breed
Yeah me, myself, and Irene
Niggas hear them sirens
When that fo' fif' and that 9 squeeze
China bitch sip sake
While I chop that ass with that Tommy

[Hook]

[Verse 2: ASAP Twelvyy]
We all want that Meech money
Gold grill make ya speak funny
My eyes open cause the streets hungry
A new Jack fucking G-money
Niggas dead over sneak money
Shit ain't sweet honey
The streets love me right here is in the peach rugby
I go hard cause the niggas thought the least of me
I'm in the hell yeah that bitch made a beast of me
Hold your crib while your bitch make a feast of me
I'm a greedy nigga stuff in my face
Getting money, fucking bitches yeah them stuck in my ways
Bout to turn 23 but I give zero fucks
Niggas wanna sign me tell them niggas zero up
What's up

[Hook]

[Verse 3: ASAP Nast]
It's the pistol popping business nigga mind ya own
Expensive taste in guns, shorty's copping chrome
I'm in love with a chopper doe
Him 'em, get 'em, split 'em
Turn a fuck nigga into a bowl of pasta dog
I'm not at all
A nigga to be fucked with
Shorty got the hammer
Niggas can't touch this
Mom's got the biscuit, Dad own a musket
Gone off a substance
Middle finger up to the bitch who would fuck shit
Living in a world where young niggas run shit
All over something, but it's really nothing
Go on with the fuck shit, young niggas run this all

[Hook]