Clams Casino - LVL lyrics

[Produced by Clams Casino] [Intro] Clams Casino, n***a A$AP [Verse 1] Mr. Pistol Popper, Flacko locked and loaded Life's a b**h and she p**y pop, know why? Cause I got her open That p**y soaking, f** is you promoting? Yeah, you claim you rage, you hating like you live in Oakland All my rap town n***as with the roof back Introduce you n***as to the new swag Make you say a n***a blew up too fast f** I'm 'sposed to do with all this new a**? f** I'm 'sposed to do with all this new cash? Thousand dollar drawers just to hold my balls All I ever do is let my j**els sag Pac gone, but the "Juice" back Get your popcorn, juice, snacks It's a movie n***a, with a new cast Get the news flash, that the truth back This is boom bap, mixed with new raps Look at all the n***as that I blew past Hood by Air, to the do-rag n***a make way for the new jacks [Verse 2] It's Mr. Pistol Popper screaming, "f** a copper" I just bought a crispy choppa, finna f** your block up, blocka! Even cracked the pavement that's for n***as hating I been impatiently waiting to show you n***as Satan All this talk of Illuminati ain't got a clue about me b**h I'm Trillmaluminati and got my crew behind me Shooters round me, keep them looters round me Keep a tool around me, it'll keep you fools from round me Couple of them dudes surround me With a gat, with a strap in a backpack When they cap cap, leave you flat, better back back On a fast track, ratatat, n***a that's that n***a pa** that, finna ash, where the hash at Got a Kat Stacks with a a**, finna smash that Make 'em catch that, A$AP, then I pa** that Off to my n***as then she ask, "Where the cash at?" I see dead people, I need dead people Lord Pretty Flacko, b**h, I behead people Kneel and kiss the ring, all hail the King Long Live A$AP put that on everything [Outro: Haim] Alright, mothaf**a Alright, A$AP