A$AP Worldwide Cypher

Yo, ASAP here

We 'bout to kill a fucking game

You know who the fuck we are

You know my motherfucking name

I fucked your dame

And she bought me a chain

And a range

And a pinky ring, bling, bling

And all my niggas here, they about to kill this shit

What you say Nast?

Hold up dog, Nast in this bitch again

Sipping Hen, staring at that white girl from Michigan

She was with a friend, fat ass fly ho

I went in for the kill, ASAP, pronto

So wait boo, 'fore we hit your condo

Got another letter from Whiney in Chicago

Whitney love ta model? I'm thinkin' ménage

With a truck out front in a Chevy getting Tahoe

Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold

Hoes at my feet, blew right by folks

Nuttin' on sucker niggas is what I was designed for

That fresh, fresh to death, I should have designed clothes

But I'm blessing these tracks, sick flow, swine flu

Y'all ain't fucking with Nast, I been nice, y'all knew

Haha, nigga that shit times two

I'm who your bitches wanna kick it with, kung-fu

But what, dog? What is you saying?

Nast in this bitch, ho, why is you playing

Like I won't slay this stage on some gang shit?

Ten-and-two I made him, beat hard, flow hurt ya

Cali swag bitch, snapback, no jerkin'

Fuck work, fuck money in hands, hoes know this

Fast forward, past focus, I'm that on it

One of the best to do, I think not, you bet on it

Giant ass you be lumberjack Paul Bunyon

Hoes love it, lover never put none above it

Wanna hug me tighter than jeans ass sportin'

Carry corpses to cemetaries, that's very often

Sport fortune, Matchboxes, that awesome

So what I say, motherfucker

Already know I never been a sucker

See I lust ya, I bought ya

Baby come home, babygirl, what's your name, Wanda?

Do you wanna get up on me?

Do you wanna bend over?

Do you feel horny?

Do you wanna feel the stroke?

It's kind of like Facebook when you feel a poke

ASAP, no joke

Raider Clan, all back and we aiming at your throat

I wanna rap but the bitches want me, though

D&G briefs fit a nigga like a Speedo

Skinny nudie jeans, though

Boots before they be low

He flow, 100 degrees, the jewels zero

Rockstar rap, he reps Guitar Hero

Leopard Louboutins like Speedo on Steve-O

Charge me on the game, couldn't pause me on Tivo

Beyonce, the Kanye, I got a big ego

On to that next shit, you looking at the bestest

Married to the game, treat you niggas like my stepkids

Pull up in a Porsche, niggas get nausea

Didn't write the rules but my status like the author

Just crashed the range, so I pulled the Bent out

Probably getting brains, chilling in the penthouse

Swagging on you maggot and I'm about to lay the pimp down

Christian Louboutin red bottoms come in blends now

On to the next ones, skinny jeans fit in

Pull up to the shows and these hoes know to get in

Said they like my fitted clothes down to my split ends

Little do she know, I got a big ego

Automatic weapon need an order of protection

Killin Feelin all these records so my charges is molesting

Assault with deadly weapons, got these rappers feeling threatened

A hip-hop veteran, I'm a hip-hop felon

It's a war going on outside and we started it

Believe that or die, nigga, on some martyr shit

All my niggas on the scene like some Sparta shit

And we came to double up on that Harlem shit

We all eating, this is how it's supposed to go

Stop speaking, this is how you supposed to flow

The ins and out, never win this route

I never lose again, it's like every day I lose a friend

To some dumb shit, whore and dumb bitch

So a hating nigga, whore cuff wrists

I know a lot of niggas sitting in a cell now

For the shit I've done, I'm probably even hell-bound

But it's cool with me, jacking niggas' jewelry

I don't give a fuck about your foolery

Nigga keep a tool with me just to blast at you bitches

Marvelous at the top and our rags to the riches

ASAP, nigga

On my Pokemon shit, you already know...

I said, I said, I said

I swear to God I want it all

He gon' give it to me back

And get on top (?)

Purple label sweats, I swear to god I'm rich

And once I get these many bitches, swear to God I'm in

I be on my fucking shit, tell that shit to God, tell me what God sipping now

Henny, and I'm out here and my dad was in bed

So I down a whole bottle on that bitch with the mink

I go haaaaaaaard

I'm sorry, Mama Ferg, for all of these curse words

But I'm so fucking serious

Shit I'm street, like a curb

And I'm tweaked, like a nerve

And I'm smart, like a nerd

Guess that's why my last name Ferg

Okay I'm glidin' like a fucking bird

Yeah my name is Ferg but I'm a fucking terror, ya heard?

Now I'm on some writing shit

You done got yourself in beef

Now you on some Gaga shit

Red line on some Prada shit

Now you want to know the deadline on some Project shit

Black bitch an actor, put em in some toddler shit

Pu-ray you buried then hair dyed like that Robyn bitch

This ain't no bullshit, I ain't letting no fools in

See my bitch ride that big thing, you on that little shit

Trying to make noise, you squeaking like a little bit

Put her into that dog, my attitude's a little Vick

Next time my niggas fall back

ASAP Raider Clan and we all blacked out

Tell that bitch get it mapped out

And I fucked a bitch, now she flat out

Chest out, on the fucking floor, never hit it raw

Got a condom and I got a towel by the door

Just in case the smoke go into the hallways

Cause I be smoking weed and fucking all day

This is off the top of the dome, let me introduce my niggas before a nigga go home

We got Ty Beats, the illest producer in the streets

You know he come through with that motherfucking heat

Got Twelvy, motherfucking Twelvy, got a bad bitch, Jewish named Shelby

Got my nigga Nast in the back

Got a snapback to the back, he don't even know how to act

Got my nigga named Purrp, Spaceghostpurrp, do your bitch real dirt

That's dirty, little flirty, fucked a bitch named Purdy, did her dirty

Got my nigga named Ferg, what's the word

And you know he fucking know these verbs, give them to the curb

Got nerve in the bitch, got swerve, better get mine nigga, bitches got nerve

Wait your turn