ASAP Mob - Gotham City Lyrics
[ASAP Ferg]Point em out where he atChrome .9 point the macSit him down, in the trapFour pound for the strapBig guns go BRAP!ASAP where it's atReal niggas all blackSip lean so relaxPoint em out where he atChrome .9 point the macSit him down in the trapFour pound for the strapBig guns go BRAP!ASAP where it's atReal niggas all blackCozy boy so relaxYoung Trap Lord, diamonds and furRide or die boy nigga get murkedPull a 9 boy he played with the dirtLayin' on who ? Sleep in the earthShe feel on my clothes, she lifting her skirtShe say she love coke, she sniffin the workSemi auto Tec, guns go flurBang bang bang ...She wanting my body, pursuing my colleaguesVersace, my eyelids but it Yves Saint-Laurent meTwelvy in Huraches and Margiela on RockyYohji Yamamoto for Ty Nast and Ty Beats***** *****es that's on meWack *****es move kindlyLast niggas of a dying breedYeah me, myself, and IreneNiggas hear them sirensWhen that fo' fif' and that 9 squeezeChina ***** sip sakeWhile I chop that ass with that TommyPoint em out where he atChrome .9 point the macSit him down, in the trapFour pound for the strapBig guns go BRAP!ASAP where it's atReal niggas all blackSip lean so relaxPoint em out where he atChrome .9 point the macSit him down in the trapFour pound for the strapBig guns go BRAP!ASAP where it's atReal niggas all blackCozy boy so relax[ASAP Twelvyy]We all want that Meech moneyGold grill make ya speak funnyMy eyes open cause the streets hungryA new Jack *****in' G-moneyNiggas dead over sneak moneyShit ain't sweet honeyThe streets love me right here is in the peach rugbyI go hard cause the niggas thought the least of meI'm in the hell yeah that ***** made a beast of mewhile your ***** make a feast of meI'm a greedy nigga stuff in my faceGettin' money, *****in' *****es yeah them stuck in my waysBout to turn 23 but I give zero *****sNiggas wanna sign me tell them niggas zero upWussup ?[ASAP Ferg]Point em out where he atChrome .9 point the macSit him down, in the trapFour pound for the strapBig guns go BRAP!ASAP where it's atReal niggas all blackSip lean so relaxPoint em out where he atChrome .9 point the macSit him down in the trapFour pound for the strapBig guns go BRAP!ASAP where it's atReal niggas all blackCozy boy so relax[ASAP Nast]It's the pistol poppin' business nigga mind ya ownExpensive taste in guns, shorty's coppin' chromeI'm in love with a chopper doeHim 'em, get 'em, split 'emTurn a ***** nigga into a bowl of pasta dogI'm not at allA nigga to ***** with hammerbiscuit down on a musketmiddle finger up to the ********** shit ??Run shit ??Nothing ??young niggas run this[ASAP Ferg]Point em out where he atChrome .9 point the macSit him down, in the trapFour pound for the strapBig guns go BRAP!ASAP where it's atReal niggas all blackSip lean so relaxPoint em out where he atChrome .9 point the macSit him down in the trapFour pound for the strapBig guns go BRAP!ASAP where it's atReal niggas all blackCozy boy so relax
