Lord Superb - A$AP Ant

Ayy Terk

Sparkheem

Spizzle go crazy

Probably check nigga, I am up next

Two twin, versus her sister

Earing his mouth on 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

She can get grimy I hate pork rhymes

Sell the whole things, we don’t serve dimes

Middle school I cut lunch lines

Me and Shaka heard out one-time

I was smoking weed on the bleachers

Cut class ducking the teachers

Wasn’t a desk in the bathroom

Coachella going up the mushrooms

Elementary I was home watching the cartoons

Caught a scar on the face like I’m Marlo

Imma pull-up where you can’t go

Shoot though I need more Ammo

Get a bit, hop like a carmo

I ain’t giving nothing up, you can gun down

With Sparking gunn' from sundown

Purse right light Barker

I fuck that bitch you stalked her

Pulled-up with a truck, Tonka

Audi you got a Honda

Went to an island to clear my mind

Watching them, they trying to out my shine

Shape up, setuping, got lying

Bar right now: No body waste my time

Goku, just like King Kai

Oversea still got my WiFi

Oversea still got my Facetime

Heard you’ve been dissing through great Vains

Cash begin me I’m bookie

Gave her it E she took it

Locked a crocked

Cooked snow white got seven doors

All Money in name when on tour

So money trip, Need a brochure

These girls don’t trust

Could have been two door coupe

My gun got body no Brandy

I taste so cool like Shampoo

Nascar I made a pit stop

Went to park the til my wrist popped

Have you seen a Birkin with a zip lock

Sick leave I bought a new kidney

I don’t do no Fila, Fendi

Marino to cover my semi

When they think empty

Probably check nigga, I am up next

Two twin, versus her sister

Earing his mouth on 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

She can get grimy I hate pork rhymes

Sell the whole things, we don’t serve dimes

Middle school I cut lunch lines

Me and Shaka heard out one-time

I was smoking weed on the bleachers

Cut class ducking the teachers

Wasn’t a desk in the bathroom

Coachella going up the mushrooms