ASAP lyrics

[Intro: Schoolboy Q / DrAssenator]
Yo! Uh, Its your bwoy D.O.C
Pakistani’s With Attitude , n*gga
You know should it
Apocalyptic Records

Verse 01: DrAssenator
Hold me for something, that is my name
D.o.c - I don’t spit jokes
But I kill pussies on tha roads n*gga
Hold me something, that’s Like
Traveling in tha local transport
Will make you ill-st
These mummy daddy kids are looking hype
When we feel this
We Fill their A$$ with the crack, n*gga
Hol’ my self with a fat n*gga
You fag n*gga, you can’t tell me sh*t about the streets
I done lived in it, eversince I came up in this world
Came up in this world, so I hate you n*gga’ absurd
Hold me something that’s my emotions
Emotions roller coaster, everytime you run
Through my brain u see, sick jokes
Hold me for something and that’s my motivation
And that’s big as a motherf*ckin’ jet
You ride with them ol’ n*ggas
You say, you tell me about ex?
She got the number’s that come with a hummer
But I still give a di*k to her
She deserved to b*tch
Derversed to be b*tch, so I call her b*tch
n*gga, I hold me for something
She love the cream, I gave her ice cream
n*gga, f*ck b*tches
[Hook: Schoolboy]
pus*y lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of sh*t
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades
Renegade, f*ck what rappers say, b*tch, I am LA

Verse02: DrAssenator

I got W’s in the air When I ride with my n*ggas
You tryna make up?
Just like my bithes wanna break up with me
Well, I make it up with me
Gotta f*ck b*tches/everynight
When I get cream-uh they f*ckin’ tide
You can burn a rubber on fake b*tches trying to make it right
I’m Goldie, A.S.A.P – dazz my name
Motherf*ckin’ gangsta with my crew
I ride with few, I pop a few
When I Ride with them ol’ n*ggas tryna make up with my style
They ain’t got it, they got sh*t
They gotta sh*t, to eat
I keep give’em sh*t to eat, We bought that cheese
Boyz in the hood are always hard you come talkin’ sh*t
We put you in the card you can cure my last year b*tch
Infront of your balls, I can show you how to rip these bars of prison
To these pussies, motherfukaz ain’t eattin’ my style
D.o.c you better know this name
You hate me while your b*tch got me on her playlist
Took by sale-es, that’s my slaes n*gga
I’m always DOPE, Check my SWAG
These n*ggas ain’t eattin’ sh*t
You about to eatting sh*t?
I give to eat- sh*t
My mind’s ill – Motherf*ckin RAW..
[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
pus*y lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of sh*t
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades
Renegade, f*ck what rappers say, b*tch, I am LA

[Outro: DrAssenator]
*Laughts* Itzyour boy D.o.C
Pakistanis with attitude
Shout out to my crew
Apocalyptic Records
n*gga’ we always dope you better not mess wiv my sh*t!