Full Metal Jacket Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, ughhh
Guess who just came up,
from the land of milk and honey, where that thing bugs.
Greater Mac-11, so a nigga sprang up.
And the snakes in the grass, cause the bitch ain’t cut.
That lean n’ that tussin be up in my cup
Slangin that drugs, and there’s no stretching no cut.
Four gold chains, same color was the slugs.
And a chain with a plate saying, “Dont give a fuck”
[Verse 2 : A$AP Twelvy]
Be on that block, be on that stoop trying to get cash for the coop
Get cash for the coop
Got Da$h in the loop
Might spaz on your troop cause that’s what I do
More Fashionable with a bad bitch or two
All of my tools, all of my jewels, man I’m awfully cool
All of these dudes watching all of our moves, I’m off’n these fools
[Verse 3 : Da$h]
Henny in my cup, half a blunt in my jaws
Said fuck court, now I’m running from the law
Paid the attorney, I give a fuck about the charge
Think the hoes matlock way to get a nigga off
Feeling like Kurt Cobain, black bitch love cocaine
Learn my tricks from the dope game
Young and high die trying to get rich
R. Kelly really think that I can fly in this bitch?
[Verse 4 : A$AP Ant]
Blow in her nose got crack on the stove
House full of girls, who know my flow
Grown ass niggas put the burner in my draws
Pussy ass niggas fucks with yall
Rich ass niggas almost got 8 jobs
Keep cross 4 broads, thats 8 broads
Fly young nigga with the black scale on
She loving my music, she singing my songs
[Verse 5 : A$AP Ferg]
Bam, get Halle Berry when I spray them
Dump in the garbage I would lose them, Issiah em, “ah damn”
Young Fergy turn into a satan, got you laying dead motherfucker
Better say your prayers, AK them
Braaap In that dirt you be laying
Mama got me crying, won’t you hear that preacher singing
Bang them, pull the trigger, middle finger when you hear them shots spraying
[Verse 6 : A$AP Nast]
New shoes, that’s Prada
New crib out in Cali smoking mary with my niggas like I oughta
ASAP remember that, now my niggas about to blow like propane
Yeah I talk about ?? like I talk about rap but it’s only cause I’m flossing
Take it up another notch, they like that sound
It’s so amazing, they say it costs to be the boss
We done earned our spot, ya’ll niggas try to take it
Jock a little bit of steez from the set, but it’s cool
Probably thought I wouldn’t say shit
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, bitch
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