Underground Killa (feat. Asap Rocky, Asap Ferg, Raekwon) - A$AP Mob

Let’s get a little… little drawing going on, yeah, that’s what it is man

Word up, A$AP Rocky, what up, my nigga? Young King right there

Yeah, I see you, nigga, it’s your big brother, Chef, right here, man

Raekwon, nigga, you know, we got you all day, nigga

I know you got your big brother all day, too, you know, it’s all real

At the dice game, on sleeze mode, gun in the road

But count hundreds, sit back my home on my stomach

Who the king boo, eating grapes, send me to 50 states

I pump everywhere I go, I thump plenty spaces

Either I’m in the slums, counting up ones

Shaking down fiends, hopping to the most and one

Besides bagging up, new ratchets

Always in hatchets, nigga, the fly bachelor with all those classics

My gun is red eyeball brown, run the town

Black hoodie sweats, no jewels a coupe with some specs

Matching in the million dollar mansion with brans

And it’s always love, love, just bring your advancing

Bottles from everywhere, hoes run up

Niggas in tennis wear, I’m finish the menace, get 'em, yeah

Yo, we in the cut… dogs on them

Stay cocky, peace is real, yo, Rocky!

King of New York with these underground killas

Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

King of New York with these underground killas

Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

King of New York with these underground killas

Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

King of New York with these underground killas

Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

My uncle Snoop told me keep the biscuit on me

Said they got the scoop on me and they listen on me

Plus my bougie-ass neighbors, keep the bitching on me

And the nosy bitch next door call the district on me

And they snitching on me, self-esteem went missing on me

Chip off my shoulder, you can get it off me

But these bitches on me, the other *censored* got a prison story

That Mr. Greedy’s, just a missing story

Listen wardy, I was on them bitches, pitching sipping, 40's

Mauri kicks and Norreys bitches, all these shorties kissing shorties

Keep division, brody, cold world, keep your mittens wordy

Go hard but you kill 'em softly

Pay attention, shorty, wonder why I call your bitch a shorty?

It’s the way of the world, don’t be trippin', shorty

Just get your pickin', shorty, hold your own, keep it pimping, brody

Same shit, just a different story

King of New York with these underground killas

Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

King of New York with these underground killas

Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

King of New York with these underground killas

Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

King of New York with these underground killas

Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

King of New York in my hood we blow up houses

Grenades look like quarter waters sitting on the counter

Silence all you will encounter if you talkin' 'bout you 'bout it

Thugging noise heating salad, gripping the banger give me callus (Alright!)

Like Pops from the Wayans when I fire

Switching lanes in the Porsche, gotta catch up to my tires

Got cannons like Mariah, goddamn it my Messiah

He done ran into some violence, put him to rest in his pajamas

Twin clips, Pusha T, that’s for talkin' all that malice

In your bitch, I’m a sneaker, she gon' need some new balance

Got Franklins like Aretha, see my money that be pilin'

And my shiny gold teeth, you can see my money smilin'

King of New York with these underground killas

Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

King of New York with these underground killas

Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

King of New York with these underground killas

Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

King of New York with these underground killas

Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga