A$AP ANT - Lord Superb lyrics
[A$AP ANT - Lord Superb lyrics]
Probably check nigga, I'm up next
Two twins, versus her sister
Darius Miles on the Clippers
Look wrong boy I'll clip ya
Magnoni barber clippers
I had to fall back from fake niggas
Just like I'm Hitler, I hate niggas
Cut my own I hate crime
Shit can get grimy like pork grimes
Sell the whole thing, we don't serve dimes
Middle school, I cut the lunch lines
Me and Shaka headed out one time
I was smokin' weed on the bleachers
Cut class duckin' the teachers
Rollin' the dice in the bathroom
Coachella gone off the mushrooms
Elementary stay home watch cartoons
Caught a scar on my face like I'm Marlo
I'ma pull up where you can't go
Shoota, I need more ammo
Get a bit, hump like a camel
I ain't givin' up nothin', put ya gun down
With Sparkheem gunnin' from sundown
Purse right like Bob Barker
I fucked that bitch and you stalked her
Pulled-up in a truck, Tonka
Audi, you got a Honda
Went to a island to clear my mind
Watchin' them, they try to out my shine
Shape up, setup, he got lyin'
Bar right now: No body waste my time
Goku, just like I'm King Kai
Overseas still got my wi-fi
Overseas still got my FaceTime
Heard you was dissin' through great Vines
Cash behind me, I'm a bookie
Gave her the D, she took it
Knocked him out, now his teeth crooked
Cooked snow white got seven doors
All Money and name my own tour
So money trips, need a brochure
These girls don't trust you, we'll shoot you
Pulled up in a two door bird coupe
My gun got a body, not brand new
I taste so cool like a Shampoo
Nascar, I made a pit stop
Went to pop 'til my whole wrist popped
You ever seen a Birkin in zip lock
Sip lean, bought a new kidney
I don't do no Fila, Fendi
Marino would go with my semi
When they think empty
Probably check nigga, I'm up next
Two twins, versus her sister
Darius Miles on the Clippers
Look wrong boy I'll clip ya
Magnoni barber clippers
I had to fall back from fake niggas
Just like I'm Hitler, I hate niggas
Cut my own I hate crime
Shit can get grimy like pork grimes
Sell the whole thing, we don't serve dimes
Middle school, I cut the lunch lines
Me and Shaka headed out one time
I was smokin' weed on the bleachers
Cut class duckin' the teachers
Rollin' the dice in the bathroom
Coachella gone off the mushrooms