A$AP Mob, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Rocky, Raekwon - Underground Killa$ lyrics

Let's get a little little
Drawing going on, yeah
That's what it is man
Word up, A$AP Rocky, what up
My nigga? Young King right there
Yeah, I see you, nigga, it's your
Big brother, Chef, right here, man
Raekwon, nigga, you know, we got you all day
Nigga i know you got your big brother
All day, too, you know, it's all real

At the dice game, on sleeze mode
Gun in the road but count hundreds
Sit back my home on my stomach
Who the king boo, eating grapes
Send me to 50 states
I pump everywhere I go, I thump plenty spaces
Either I’m in the slums, counting up ones
Shaking down fiends
Hopping to the most and one
Besides bagging up, new ratchets
Always in hatchets, nigga
The fly bachelor with all those classics
My gun is red eyeball brown, run the town
Black hoodie sweats
No jewels a coupe with some specs
Matching in the million dollar
Mansion with brans
And it’s always love, love
Just bring your advancing
Bottles from everywhere, hoes run up
Niggas in tennis wear, I’m finish
The menace, get 'em, yeah
Yo, we in the cut… dogs on them
Stay cocky, peace is real, yo, Rocky!
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

My uncle Snoop told me keep the biscuit on me
Said they got the scoop on me
And they listen on me
Plus my bougie-ass neighbors
Keep the bitching on me
And the nosy bitch next door
Call the district on me
And they snitching on me
Self-esteem went missing on me
Chip off my shoulder, you can get it off me
But these bitches on me
The other -censored- got a prison story
That Mr greedy's, just a missing story
Listen wardy, I was on
Them bitches, pitching sipping, 40's
Mauri kicks and Norreys bitches
All these shorties kissing shorties
Keep division, brody, cold world
Keep your mittens wordy
Go hard but you kill 'em softly
Pay attention, shorty
Wonder why I call your bitch a shorty?
It's the way of the world, don't be trippin'
Shorty just get your pickin', shorty, hold
Your own, keep it pimping, brody
Same shit, just a different story
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

King of New York in my hood we blow up houses
Grenades look like quarter waters
Sitting on the counter
Silence all you will encounter if you
Talkin' 'bout you 'bout it
Thugging noise heating salad
Gripping the banger give me callus (Alright)
Like Pops from the Wayans when I fire
Switching lanes in the Porsche
Gotta catch up to my tires
Got cannons like Mariah
Goddamn it my Messiah
He done ran into some violence
Put him to rest in his pajamas
Twin clips, Pusha T
That’s for talkin' all that malice
In your bitch, I'm a sneaker
She gon' need some new balance
Got Franklins like Aretha
See my money that be pilin'
And my shiny gold teeth
You can see my money smilin'

King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with
These underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga