Long.Live.A$AP lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Feelin’ like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready
Send ‘em to the cemetery with obituaries
Don’t be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I been thinkin’ ‘bout, all the Os in my bank account
Extra Os in my bed, ‘round the same amount
Ever since this new star fame came about
Or, even since me and Drizzy started hangin’ out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga
I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga

A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outkast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
Beef is on my entrée, Jim & Juice, that’s Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one way
Pussy on a Sunday, fitness on a Monday
My new crib came with a fenshuey in my closets like a runway
Come be my fiancée, she fuck me in a Hondey
My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe
Finna date for 1K, shopping date for 2K
Hoopty ass bitch, made me wait to fuck for 2 days

Uh
Uh
We used to wear rugged boots, now it’s all tailored suits
Audemar BK for my criminal recruits
Champagne flutes, bumpin rhythm in the blues
My partner Maybach moves, we might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs, or livin in the boondocks ridin by the whose
I buy, buy it soon
See the situation, we sophisticated goons

Bitch motherfuckers tryina fake a trip
Sneak diss, you justa make a bail
Now the world won’t take your set
When I met you you was painting nails
Leave the motherfucker laying still, bang him with the stainless steel
Cuz I’m making the order
Love is the altar, pulling it louder
Go get some my soda, you’re bringing a soldier, niggas is washed up
I’ve been down in Florida, shoots out Miami, goes out in Georgia
Been in New Orleans but still in New York, a nigga the talker

UH
Clams Casino Nigga ASAP
[A$AP Rocky Verse 1]
Mr Pistol Popper, Flacko Locked And Loaded
Lifes A Bitch And She Pussy Pop, Know Why? Cause I Got Here Open
That Pussy Soaking, Fuck Is You Promoting?
Yeah You Claim You Rage A Hater[?] Like You Live In Oakland
Am A Rap Town Nigga With The Booth Bag, Intrudoce You Niggas To The New
Swag

Bloody ink on my past spelled suicide,
Michael Jackson even passed cuz you scrutinize
Fuck illuminati lies, say I’m lucified,
Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide
Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide
Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized
Good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a side,
Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God,
Who am I?
Lord Flacko, 

I swear this famous shit just happened overnight
For sho’ these hoes was so uptight but now they so polite
All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites
But I’m pimpin’ nigga, Dolemite
I remember when I was like ten, maybe nine
Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotti pumps with a baby nine
Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the shine
Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit that made me rhyme
Wassup, what’s on your mind? Hol’ up, I’m feeling fine
Locs got me blind, thuggin’ like I’m Eazy-E up in his prime