A$AP Rocky, Juicy J - Multiply lyrics

Fuck niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die
Fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J man
You gotta watch out for these old
Backstabbin', broke ass, you know what I'm
Sayin', jealous hatin' ass niggas
Out here man, you know what
I'm sayin', man these niggas ain't
No real niggas man
Know what I'm sayin'? Man these niggas
Be smilin' in your face

Back in the buildin'
Sold crack in the livin' room
Niggas toe tagged, sold gats for a livin'
Doo rag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim
One you be with be the one to
Shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like
He got a bad back, back back
Even in my will, keep it real
Thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill
Anything I feel
Youngins trained to kill, aimin'
Bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan just to
Paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill
Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really into throwin' shots
But these mothafuckas better give
Me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason that these
Niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you niggas wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures
Prayin' fingers to your nose i remember
If Pimp was alive he'd tell
These hoes and these niggas

Even in my will, keep it trill
To the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill
To the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill
To the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I
When the real niggas die
Fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die
Fake niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die
Fake niggas gon' multiply
But if the real niggas live
Fuck niggas won't multiply

I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga
I'm the original Margiela madman
In the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga
In these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy
Been pretty still tell a bitch suck my dick
Swag swag nigga

Fuck with a nigga like me
RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might fuck around and
Bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack
Might fuck around and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga
Fuck with a nigga like me
RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that
I'm a trendsetter, you ain't even peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed
Where the cheese at?
Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that
(We ain't no fashion killas nigga
We fashionable killas
Y'all got Flacko fucked up)

I'm the motherfuckin' Lord of
This fashion shit
Don't I deserve just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate
Plus I got enough style just
To mack your bitch
I think back to when pockets packin' lint
It's like a nigga got rich on accident
Now back to Pimp, bitches lie
Killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side
Bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said let's ride to the sky
Call it catastrophic
We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch
Fake ass niggas
You know what I'm sayin'? These niggas be
Out here talkin' 'bout they a
Street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin'
Extorted like a mothafucka out here man
You know what I'm sayin'?