What You See - A$AP Ferg, Chinx

Ayoo Salute to the Streets

We do this for the mother fucking streets

Ayoo Chinx, A pleasure my nigga

Salute to you for blessing, the streets nigga

The Traps

Some music for some real niggas

Its that CR4(Cocaine Riot 4)

This shit right here forever

This Shit legendary

And The DJ Scream said that nigga!

When you staring at a barrel of a nine millimeter

What you see?

Twenty pointers in the chain

How these niggas acting like they don’t see?

When you staring in the eyes of a young drug dealer

What you see?

(Tell Me what you see)

From the projects to the television, nigga that’s something you could see

Nigga talking tunnel vision (green light)

Nigga had a better vision

Death threats on a nigga life, well then, we gon' see

Nigga talking tunnel vision

Nigga had a better vision

Death threats on a nigga life, well then, we gon' see

Coke Boy, A$AP

Never hit yah bitch without a Latex

Run up on me

Dead pussy nigga, know I stay strapped

Niggas know me

Talking bout the bread, nigga take that (what)

Youngest, O. G

Real Trap nigga never fake that

Fuck a nigga talkin' we don’t play that

Aye Ferg tell em' how my money Asap

Them niggas play it like a 8 track

Choppin' work up on the plate

Yeah I scrape that

Hate to see a young nigga do it

Stacking up the money like I’m Jewish

Use to move the work up in the buick

Now niggas spending money like I grew it

Boy

Pull up in the mint two seater

Nigga don’t front look bitch you see it

Roll up to the front all the hoes want in

Fuck a nigga bitch, kick her out, Who need her?

Got the party jumping when the record hit the needle

Fans going crazy like I came with the Beetles

Young nigga only hit the pussy if it’s legal

The bread make the ends I’ll be coming through the speaker

Fergy, Chinxy

You gon have to put this shit on repeat

Coke Bwoy, A$AP

Bitch get kinky in the Maybach (S-Sq-Sq-Squaad)

Alright Harlem, All my niggas that bout it

I be Trap Lord and

Shit gone get lit when I finish recording

God Damn I am awesome

Put you in the creek like Dawson

You blink I hit em with Harlem

You speak it, you sleep in the coffin

Yo momma I’m calling

I’m giving out late abortions

You know I’m not lying

I kill em, my flow is extortion

No feature, I’m muting your talkin (talkin), talking

back to New York and

passed me the torch and

He told me little nigga you scorching

You spit like a goblin

Never stop, keep the ball rolling

I’m keeping it rolling

That’s why my pockets is swollen

And my momma eyes is so swollen

Ma please wipe yo eyes

I’m busy hugging, consoling

We hardly can talk on the phone

Because I’m on the rise

I’m busy getting that dough and

So I can get her a new home and

Yeah she’ll be surprised