ASAP Mob - Underground Killa$ Lyrics
[Intro: Raekwon]Let's get a little, little, little, little drawing going onYeah, that's what it is manWord up, A$AP Rocky, what up my niggaYoung king right thereYeah, I see you, niggaIt's your big brother Chef right here, manRaekwon, niggaYou know we got you all day, niggaI know you got your big brother all day, tooYa know, it's all real[Verse 1: Raekwon]At the dice game, on sleeze modeGun in the road, but count hunnedsSit back my home on my stomachWho the king boo, eating grapesSend me to 50 statesI pump everywhere I go I thumpPlenty spaces, either I’m in the slumsCounting up ones, shaking down fiendsHopping to the most and oneBesides bagging up, new ratchetsAlways in hatchets niggaThe fly bachelor with all those classicsMy gun is red eyeball brownRun the town black hoodie sweatsNo jewels a coupe with some specsMatching in the million dollar mansionWith brans and it’s always love loveJust bring your advancingBottles from everywhere, hoes run upNiggas in tennis wear I’m finish the menaceGet them yeahYo, we in the cut… dogs on themStay *****y, peace is realYo, rocky![Hook: A$AP Ferg & A$AP Rocky]King of New York with these underground killasRide, ride, nigga ***** the niggas, niggaKing of New York with these underground killasRide, ride, nigga ***** the niggas, niggaKing of New York with these underground killasRide, ride, nigga ***** the niggas, niggaKing of New York with these underground killasRide, ride, nigga ***** the niggas, nigga[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]My uncle Snoop told me keep the biscuit on meSaid they got the scoop on me and they listen on mePlus my bujy ass neighbors keep the *****in on meAnd the nosy ***** next door call the district on meAnd they snitching on me, self esteem went missing on meChip off my shoulder, you can get it off meBut these *****es on meThe other *****er got a prison storyThat mister reese just a missing storyListen wardy, I was on them *****esPitching sipping, 40’s, mory, kitchen…Shawties kissing shawtiesKeep division Brody, cold world, keep your mittens wordyGo hard but you kill them softlyPay attention ShawtyWonder why I call you ***** a ShawtyThe weight of the world gonna be tripping ShawtyJust get your picking ShawtyHold your own, keep it pimping brodySame shit, just a different story[Hook][Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]King of New York in my hood we blow up housesGrenades look like water water sitting on the counterSilence all you will encounterIf you talking bout you badderTucking noise heating saladGripping up banger in …Like pacs from the waynesWhen I fire, switching lanes in the PorscheGotta catch up to my tiresGot cannons like Mariah, got … my MessiahPut them to rest in his pajamasTwin clips, pusha t, that’s for talking all that maliceIn your *****, I’m a sneaker, she gonn need some new balanceGot franklins like Areta, see my money that be pilin’And my money got teeth, you can see my money smiling[Hook]
