ASAP Ferg – Kristi Yamagucci (feat. Denzel Curry, IDK & Nicknack)


They can’t, they can’t fuck with you baby, Lord
Now a nigga overseas where they checkin’ my Visa, look
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
Testin’ that pussy like Pap (smear), eatin’ that bitch from the back (yeah)
Take you out and then they act like nothin’ happen
I’m a Calvin Klein model on billboards, I did a campaign with the fellas (right)
Niggas can’t even track us, baby
‘Cause that shit just bounce off you with that Gucci
From a city built on coke and pistol-packin’
Nigga you need to get one of these fuckin’ Motorolas baby

Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJs, (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
Cause you’s a dawg, you’s a, you’s a fuckin’ champ, these are puppies baby
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
That’s why your gang can never check us
I run the shit like a relay, niggas gon’ have to press replay
I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah), Lil Pump she makin’ it clap
Been chokin’ and it’s so potent baby, we high baby
Cruisin’ in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up
They sendin’ me all these free clothes, (right) momma just put it on eBay
Back in the hood where they blowin’ on reefer
I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up
God, nigga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
Pull up to the place, fucked her when we met up
Da-damn baby, I been smokin’
You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these niggas’ necks
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big baby
I’m playin’ chess, you stuck on checkers

I’m talkin’ niggas, I ain’t talkin’ nada
Goddamn, nigga
They ain’t talkin’ figures, gotta be six, seven or better
[Intro: NickNPattiWhack]
Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic

I’m losin’ track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah)
Yeah, I’m gettin’ buzz, but I never let up
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up

Pap-pap, puttin’ everything inside a casket
[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tyin’ up to punks, huh
When I say they got their panties in a bunch
[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
I’m ’bout to write Yammy a letter, tell ’em I’m doin’ way better (right)
And I ain’t talkin’ groupie bitches
you gon’ have to step up Tryna stay on pace?
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me and Jam Master Jay for TJ
‘Cause you just all over the fuckin’ world with this shit, baby
Amnesia, got rid of the heater
Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone
Nigga, you gotta step it up
Double G all on my cap, (yeah) monogram on a Maybach (smear)
[Verse 3: IDK]
They take your chain, and now you neck-less
When I’m rappin’, got no hard-on, double tappin’
You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
Check up, check up, check up, check up
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Niggas cannot touch you
Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp baby
See you flaggin’ and they packin’ what you lackin’
"Plain Jane" the song of the year (yeah), I’m busy just chasin’ the lettuce
Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby?
I got a check on my watch (wait)
Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no actin’
You need to get you a trap phone
I follow the light while you follow the leader
Fuckin’ with the lords, no Frodo Baggins
Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah

Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that left foot off baby
And choke them even harder
Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (right)