A$AP Ferg Feat. Denzel Curry & IDK – ” Kristi YamaGucci” Lyrics

Aw lord baby, she got a flip phone
[?] baby, I been smoking
An choking and its so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby
You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these n*gg*s’ necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, baby
And choke them even harder
‘Cause you’s a dawg, you’s f*cking chimp, these are puppies baby
They can’t f*ck with you baby, lord

(Verse 1)
Racks on racks on racks, Dapper Dan all on my back
Double G all on my cap, monogram on a Maybach
Testing that pu**y like Pap (snare)
Eating that b*tch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah)
[?] G makin’ it clap
I’m ’bout to write here me a letter
Tell ’em I’m doing way better
Plain Jane the song of the year
I’m busy just chasing the lettuce
I’ma Calvin Klein model on billboards
I did a campaign with the fellas
Adidas done gave me another deal
And Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJ’s then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sending me all these free clothes
Momma just put it on Ebay
I run the sh*t like a relay
n*gg*s gon’ have to press replay
Let me say hi to my daddy for me [??]

Goddamn, n*gg*
When it be raining outside n*gg*, you the umbrella
‘Cause that sh*t just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, n*gg* I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
‘Cause you just all over the f*ckin’ world with this sh*t, baby
n*gg*s cannot touch you

(Verse 2)
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
f*ckin’ with nords, no Frodo Baggins
n*gg*s bring your clothes to the screen like a fat b*tch
Even though my name is Denzel, no actin’
Pap-pap, puttin’ everything inside a casket
Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put that b*tch inside a purple lactic
When I’m rappin’, got no hard-on, double tappin’
From a city built on coke and pistol packin’
See you flagging and they packin’ what you lackin’
Take you out and then they act like nothin’ happen
Amnesia, got rid of the heater
Back in the hood where they blowin’ on reefer
I found me the litre when you follow the leader
Now a n*gg* overseas where they checkin’ my Visa, look

Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
Is that a nextel baby, Chirp baby
This n*gg* got a Boost, baby, what the f*ck
n*gg* you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
You need to get one of these f*ckin’ Motorola’s
n*gg*s can’t even track us, baby

(Verse 3)
Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tying up to punks
Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
And I ain’t talking groupie b*tches when I say they got their panties in a bunch
I’m talking n*gg*s, I ain’t talking nada
They ain’t talking figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? you gon’ have to step up
Cruising in a Wraith, see if they make a get up
Pull up to the place, f*cked her when we met up
Yeah, I’m getting buzz, but I never let up
I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up
I’m playing chess, you stuck on checkers
That’s why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my watch (wait)
I’m losing track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah)