Freestyle • Live @ Nova lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Harlem)
Yeah, yo
Yo, yo, yo, uh uh
I'm a pretty motherf*cker
Comin' from Harlem
New York City
Y'all know I got 'em
And I come through and I'm f*ckin' all the females, in France
My shirt say Pigalle, I don't give a f*ck about the f*ckin' weed smell
But you know I get clothes off retail
Yeah we go and I'm sittin' on this sprewell
They don't really wanna with my f*ckin' D-12 ass
And I got the style, got cash
You already know you in the present to the past
Goin' too fast, future I'll shoot ya
Hit 'em with a Ruger, uh
Now we in France, now we in Pari'
Tell that b*tch trick or treat, better smell my feet
Give me something good to eat, see her in a weeks
n*ggas know we get it and I'm chillin' in a suite
Uh, ow-ow-ow and shout out to my peeps
And I keep 'bout 10, 5 bad freaks
Yeah, my music leak
So loud that the sh*t get tweak
Loud pack, loud pack, tell me where you loud at?
And you know I got that motherf*ckin' A$AP tat
On a f*ckin' stomach, tell 'em quit the ruckus
I don't give a f*ck, my n*ggas in public, thuggin'
Pants saggin', what's happenin'
Harlem world money making f*cking Manhattan
You already know where I come from, n*gga
You already know what the gun do, n*gga
You don't really wanna with my whole crew, n*gga
What you wanna do, what you wanna do, n*gga?
Got a bad b*tch, light skin, fair skin
You already know I had it since age 10
And I got a bad b*tch from 15
And she gave me a kiss when she was 16, sweet 16
Spit sweet sixteens
And I come through something's missing
Five chains, gold chains, no diamond in it
And I got a big Rove no climbin' in it
Range Rover, chains low, then change lanes
And I got the same thing, we the chain gang
A-Gang, A$AP, what's happenin'
Dre, see ya later
n*ggas know I get the paper
Never come through, you a hater
Motherf*ckers wanna see me but I get darker than Vader
You outta style walkin' like Luke, I shoot
All about the Nuke
Give me the loot, give me the loot
Biggie Smalls down to my drawers
Tell 'em "Suck my balls"
b*tches just be hoarse
(Yeah) I don't even have a floor
And I made a couple mill, one tour
n*ggas know me, I be comin' to your door with that shimmy shimmy ya
Put the pump to ya jaw, uh
Motherf*cker give it to ya raw
Now put the kids all on the floor
Little bast*rds, send 'em in a casket
And I'm gon' blast it
f*cking ratchet, I'm a bast*rd
Hit 'em in a motherf*ckin' cabbage
And I switch ya wig
I'm a disrespectful kid
Yeah, comin' from the H
Uh, say it to yo face, A$AP
[Verse 2]
Oh, so they say that I'm a a-hole
Ain't that about my peso?
Bad b*tches on my payroll
Don't move 'less I say so
Hit you with that TEC-9, better step back
I'm a Harlem motherf*cker and I'm drippin' purple swag
Sittin' here in France, yea we in 'Pari
Tell that b*tch to kiss my feet she said 'Oh, you so sweet'
I said I never go to sleep, get money every week
Yesterday I bought a Range, and today I'mma get a Jeep
Okay I said my name is Rocky
I'm probably in Versace
Like whoa Kimosabe
And can't nobody stop me
Hey mami I'm your papi
My sneaks probably ?
And now I wear the Jordans
But now I'm in Givenchy
Okay Rocky what's your name, what's your name, what's your gang?
A$AP, A-S-A-P and that sh*t don't mean the same as
As Soon As Possible, tell me if you logical
Make 3 mill off one deal now, 10 mill's what I'm 'bout to do
n*ggas know it's like Mountain Dew, sippin' on that Sizzurp
Purple drank I get it, I'm f*ckin' with the Wizards
That's word to my grands, that's word to my mother
You know who I be, that pretty motherf*cker