A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Twelvyy, A$AP ANT, A$AP Mob - What What lyrics
A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
A$AP Ferg [Darold Durard Brown Ferguson Jr.] Manhattan, N.Y., U.S. 🇺🇸
[A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Twelvyy, A$AP ANT, A$AP Mob - What What lyrics]
What? What? What? What?
Fuck you mean, what? What? What?
What? What? Bitch, is you deaf?
Huh
Hell yeah my teeth glistenin' (Glistenin')
Hell yeah when I went to school
I was missin' (Missin')
Hell yeah I skipped prison
Hell yeah I still don't listen, listen
(Listen) i'm the nigga out here, gettin'
Fresh like it's Christmas, listen
I'm the nigga out here, and
I got the homies twitchin', listen
Watch how I ride in the Benzes, switchin'
Lanes on these niggas, like Big-gie, Listen
I don't give a fuck, get the motherfuck
And we smoke nigga like the incent, uh
In your bitch DMs like "What?"
(What? What?)
She say I'm too much like "What?"
(What? What? Yup)
Tracy McGrady in the cuts (What? What?)
Spend the money, no Scrooge or McDuck
(What? What? Yup)
Niggas don't really do what we doin'
(What? What?)
You got it, when you seen us with it
(What? What?)
Need a check, Playboi on them bitches
(What? What? Yup)
You know it's the full seat tickets
(What? What?)
What? What?
Palace Reeboks on my socks, what? What? What?
All of these bitches gon' jock, what?
In the cut (Cut)
Prezzi rollin' up, addy pourin' up
(Pourin' up) flacko Jodye, what? (What?)
Never gave a fuck, Playboy take it up
Pull up in designer, smokin' marijuana
Count a thousand dollars
I'm a money-counter, drugs
From over counters, i don't fuck with cows
All my niggas with me
All my bitches pretty, all my bitches jiggy
Yeah, I run the city, yeah
Count a hundred fifty, pyshco bitches to the
Yeah i'm in Magic City
Do the Famous Dex, countin' up a check, yeah
VVS baguettes
Hoppin' off a jet, A$AP we the best, yeah
Yeah turn me up, turn my vocals up
Yeah, what? Yeah (That's right)
They finna call me Fergy, know the deal
My pockets hunchback, swollen man
I fuck a yellow rat like Pikachu (yeah)
I'm finna catch 'em all like Pokémon
(Pokémon)
Walk up in the club, they notice me (yeah)
Stack so big, I cannot fold or burn (Alright)
They wonder how I got these hoes on me (yeah)
I look like it's from the Motherland
Rest in peace to the big homie Yams
Make karate with the frozen hands
On a PJ and it flown to Cannes
Big wheels and Versace, like kilograms
(What?) 'Member we the killa man
Pushin' SLS like a drug dealer man
'Cause I'm about my skrilla man
Underneath the traphouse like a
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Fuck you mean, what? What? What?
What? What? Bitch, is you deaf?
Huh
Hell yeah my teeth glistenin' (Glistenin')
Hell yeah when I went to school
I was missin' (Missin')
Hell yeah I skipped prison
Hell yeah I still don't listen, listen
(Listen) i'm the nigga out here, gettin'
Fresh like it's Christmas, listen
I'm the nigga out here, and
I got the homies twitchin', listen
Watch how I ride in the Benzes, switchin'
Lanes on these niggas, like Big-gie, Listen
I don't give a fuck, get the motherfuck
And we smoke nigga like the incent, uh
In your bitch DMs like "What?"
(What? What?)
She say I'm too much like "What?"
(What? What? Yup)
Tracy McGrady in the cuts (What? What?)
Spend the money, no Scrooge or McDuck
(What? What? Yup)
Niggas don't really do what we doin'
(What? What?)
You got it, when you seen us with it
(What? What?)
Need a check, Playboi on them bitches
(What? What? Yup)
You know it's the full seat tickets
(What? What?)
What? What?
Palace Reeboks on my socks, what? What? What?
All of these bitches gon' jock, what?
In the cut (Cut)
Prezzi rollin' up, addy pourin' up
(Pourin' up) flacko Jodye, what? (What?)
Never gave a fuck, Playboy take it up
Pull up in designer, smokin' marijuana
Count a thousand dollars
I'm a money-counter, drugs
From over counters, i don't fuck with cows
All my niggas with me
All my bitches pretty, all my bitches jiggy
Yeah, I run the city, yeah
Count a hundred fifty, pyshco bitches to the
Yeah i'm in Magic City
Do the Famous Dex, countin' up a check, yeah
VVS baguettes
Hoppin' off a jet, A$AP we the best, yeah
Yeah turn me up, turn my vocals up
Yeah, what? Yeah (That's right)
They finna call me Fergy, know the deal
My pockets hunchback, swollen man
I fuck a yellow rat like Pikachu (yeah)
I'm finna catch 'em all like Pokémon
(Pokémon)
Walk up in the club, they notice me (yeah)
Stack so big, I cannot fold or burn (Alright)
They wonder how I got these hoes on me (yeah)
I look like it's from the Motherland
Rest in peace to the big homie Yams
Make karate with the frozen hands
On a PJ and it flown to Cannes
Big wheels and Versace, like kilograms
(What?) 'Member we the killa man
Pushin' SLS like a drug dealer man
'Cause I'm about my skrilla man
Underneath the traphouse like a
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