A$AP Ferg - Reynolds lyrics

[Verse 1: ASAP Ferg] The last time I smoked I think it was about a pound I thought Lou laced my weed I was about to pan them out He told me quietly, n***a you was on the loud I was running 'round the room, Rocky tried sat me down Went to Club with, and I seen Busta Rhymes with the red neck And He looking at me like, n***a you sniffed a line You heard this before You probably would have lost your mind But I had to change my lines Cause TT they're like my rhymes Everybody always giving prays to the team When All my n***as do is get fly and sip lean n***as think we're stupid, with all these designer things We walk in Hilfigers office and hear that ching-ching We get paid from Tommy the rest of y'all n***as silly And walk in office meetings with camoflauge and a philly And only get brain from the b**hes that know the dilly She rocked the mic and k**ed lipsync like Milly Vanilli [Verse 2: ASAP Ferg] Being broke be the best thing that happened to me It give me hunger pain, something strange happened to me It fills my brain up with things so imaginary Then I start to spit flames with vocabulary My momma thought I wouldn't make it with this rapping sh** Lint in my pockets and I still ain't ask for sh** Dreams of traveling the world so lav-er-ish f** a couple b**hes that be f**ing with them tab-a-lets Lean sip' fabrics, you n***a is average I'm about a motherf**ing buck like Maverick f**ing hoes in palaces, posing for the cameras Feds scream; Lord, like a motherf**ing catholic Hoes trying to snap a pic, while a n***a tappin' it b**hes love my words, on stage they try to grab my dick I'm the best when it comes to this rapping sh** I eat a n***a sleeping like bed bugs in mattresses Still up in the hood with them stragglers Fourty calibers if a n***a talking blasphemous Young trap lord, I'm going back to Nazereth Lean got me slurring like I got Ty Nast's lisp [Verse 3: Danny Brown] Excellent weekends are with kinky who*es Flow like meteor, your mediocre retard Put you in the ER, no CPR to bring you back When I pull out this ego, [?] Place a blunt of sour, now I'm higher than an seagull Never ever pa** unless you're on of my amigos Bout to have a trio, call that sh** a sequel Me f**ing these who*es, we listening to Beanie Sigel Ain't no way you're equal, n***a why you hating Its over for 30 seconds like gang initiation Sometimes between them like an abbreviation Put his a** to sleep like sedation I done came up from dinner bowl and cereal To b**hes want the pipe like a house of payne video So Ferginstine tell them get up on there grind When that A$AP drop bring it back home for Brown