Yellow Dragon Fruit lyrics
by Lord Fubu
[Intro]
What?
[Chorus: A$AP ANT]
Diamonds in watch Macarena, it's dancing
Look at my chain, that sh*t cold like the Aspens
He dissing last week, and we caught that boy lackin'
Run with the rock like I'm Darren McFadden
Overseas b*tch and she dripping in Prada
Like Peyton Manning I throw in the pocket
Fifties and hundreds, man, I don't do wallets
I wanted to f*ck her, but b*tch got some mileage
[Verse 1: A$AP ANT]
I cop an Audi, that b*tch had no mileage
Cartier frames, do not just wear glasses
Leather boy did it, we go get the casket
I got a Rollie but I need the Patek
He got a gun but he not gonna blast it
I cannot chill, I heard that boy ratted
Ass so fat, I clapped it
I'm rockin' the Jordans but I'm switching to Dior
I need the Benz off the showroom floor
Sippin' the lean, that sh*t sweat out my pores
I did it myself and I made my own tour
Lobster and pasta, I eat like a mobsta
Wayne, Big's, I'm the top shotta, playing my role, I win an Oscar
All about Benjamins, I need the dollars
All about Benjamins, I need the dollars
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
That n*gga a turncoat
That b*tch gave me good throat
Smoking that good dope
Clase Azul, bring another bottle
And she ain't thick, seen a women she a model
Acid on tongue now, trippy like Jimmy
Addie on sight with the beam like he 50
Eliantte certify my sh*t clean though
Flatbush Ave, on the block with real Ninos
Had them thangs in my socks since a teen, though
Drop out, never copped out
Never snitched real, where's the drought at?
Internet hater, you need an outlet
I been to Japan and made a big flex
Bape and the tee sold out in seconds
[?]
Kick, push, and flip the weight, Marino
Infiltrate the game, set the stakes
Remember we had less to stay
Gold bottles like yesterday
You better check on my resume
(What?) You better check on my resume
[Chorus: A$AP ANT]
Diamonds in watch Macarena, it's dancing
Look at my chain, that sh*t cold like the Aspens
He dissing last week, and we caught that boy lackin'
Run with the rock like I'm Darren McFadden
Overseas b*tch and she dripping in Prada
Like Peyton Manning I throw in the pocket
Fifties and hundreds, man, I don't do wallets
I wanted to f*ck her, but b*tch got some mileage