YP - Bastermating lyrics

[Hook] My raps are, my raps are unbelievable My raps, my raps My raps are, my raps are unbelievable Too advanced for y'all Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar I spark light with the pen My raps are, my raps are unbelievable Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar My raps are, my raps are unbelievable [Verse 1: Asher Roth] I think it's time I play the lotto I'm feeling lucky s**er, oh well f** it is my motto Gotta bring the ruckus, smoking nuggets, sip moscato With Roscoe Dash while I play his record on serato Vado's prolly my favorite rapper since Bob Dole Odd flow so I drive slow with my eyes closed Stop stroll, nah yo I'd rather eat hot crow Closed throat, gross bro don't forget to swallow Hollow that's what they try to tell me that my rhymes is So I found God, had to tell him what his Moms did What is this some f**ing sick joke Like an anorexic chick putting on a strip show No sh** oh b**h go and let them nips show Let me see a pole flip and then throw it back ho Bend that back bone when I take it back home Heard I made that a** fat, im a f**ing rap pro let's go [Hook] [Verse 2: A$AP Twelvey] Man I came to bring the pain, Twelvey spitting flames Live from the 212 with my A dollar gang AP Audamar, running like a Viking back Instagram with the flow All the hoes be liking that, recite it back Run it back, play it over, play it over ASAP everything, my young n***a's taking over Pop Rex make your soda loud its a roll up Cooking up some sh** Ty Dash screaming hold up Rosay what it do, trill n***as making moves Came to give you hell, for the pleasure and the principal Kicked outta school, school, trapping in the frat house Gorgeous motherf**er getting p**y like a cat house Blow her back out, didn't bring the stacks out Then she got a train, everybody in the stash house Carolina blue jays, sh** is like Stackhouse Sipping real slow but a n***a on the fast route Last year this time I was on some low sh** Last year this time y'all was on some ho sh** Body after body I'm a twelve gauge shotty Toasted to the most high cause I know that God's got me [Bridge] Man I came to play I ain't talking bout no games today Man i'm tripping on the fame today Man I aim to spray, step back and let the flame away I set it off, man I came to play Man i'm tripping on the fame today Man I aim to spray, step back and let the flame away Yo I think I took to many of those Yo Ash how many was I supposed to take, I think I'm f**ed [Verse 3: Chip Tha Ripper] Walk in the most expensive strip club with my dick out Pitched a fist full of change at the stripper and knocked that b**h out Today was my first day at work I brought your dish out Clip my toenails over your plate to watch you fish out Pictures of greatness show me wear the cake is I'mma take it and shove it all up in the lawmakers faces Doing what you feel could be unreal I looked up and spit like a half a mill Pictures of my old crib hanging in my new crib Raps and hoes besides those I don't do sh** Trying to live extra cool, I don't f** with the stress Louie condoms, b**h come get f**ed with finesse The school pimping the kids, they selling chocolate bars Me and my n***as in this b**h and we some chocolate stars You said I fell off, my money said that b**h a liar How you sleeping on Chip when your mattress on fire Tonight's the night that could change your life girl All you gotta do is give him what he like girl A lotta head, a lot of shut the f** up and chill Maybe a twenty-five some and two Viagra pills [Hook] [Verse 4: YP] Blunts rolled now flame up, I done came up When you steady going up they wanna hang you But I ain't worried until they read me a verdict I promise I'mma splurge it cause I feel I deserved it I get more from flipping than burgers Move from a worker to the chairman of my own operation You could get under, no wonder I throw a party and b**hes think it's a slumber It's some chicks that spent the night, I never gave em my number I'm young Hefner, couple cuties to measure Hundred and twelve weigh it up, its nothing extra And when you murdered the pen they wanna test you Just dont make me black yo eyes like Uncle Fester Don't you know I'm one of them guys go check the record Have me get to clapping like the end of a lecture I'm building an empire you part of this, you lucky They call me YP but in my city I'm like Nucky Ripley's couldn't believe it and haters feel the same They dont know about the grand, think juices are Minute Maid I tell them all the time, get out, get paid Are you here for the long haul or only just a phase