4 Loko (Remix) (Feat. ASAP Twelvy, Smoke DZA, Danny Brown, Killa Kyleon, Freeway)
- ASAP Mob
[Intro: A$AP Rocky]Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine[Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy]It's that ASAPGimme that beat, No take backsFlow so hard I say factsThese real slugs, y'all 8-trackThat's fool's goldI’m two, fourYellow and purp, I move slowStacking all my cool doughTeacher need that too, thoughI'm just copping sneakersAnd a couple heatersLoad it up on ammoDumping all these featuresFucking with me? Nah, my manIt’s clear to see you high my manAin't no system, try my manThen they wonder why, my manMoving like we movingRising like we risingASAP Worldwide, global enterprising (huh)Don’t that sound goodCorporate but I'm wild hoodComing from a wild hoodNow just his style (Huh)Ricky always with usSip the 'zonaFlacko put me on itNow the hoes won't get up off itThat's that pimp shitNever on no symp' shitShorty here nowBest believe that's my tense bitch[Verse 2: Danny Brown]I'm a weirdoMolly in the pocket of my pea coatWresting a P-bo have three hoes, got coke so we about to speed boatI got trees in O'sStep brother shit got boats and hoesBoats and sodaRolling up the dojaWhite boys grew up the Pacific CoastI thought I told ya so?I got tons of hoesSo when I lick lick lick lick on that bitch friendTake the dick out the pussy, put it in the throatJiggas can’t say no to JamesI done popped about 2 beansSpillin' purple on the MonclerSplitting swishers, blunts up in the airWith my nigga, Smoke DZANow these hoes wanna know my nameCause when I'm on the east, I fuck with roughOn the west, my drink is rumFuck my dogFuck my pesoSuck my dick hoCause I say soNow she all up on my jockNever made love but I fuck a lotTaking shots of that tiger balmJeremy Scott Tiger onFixing a blunt at the blunt fitting dopeNow she talking about she wants the tiger balmAnd my teeth fucked up but nigga I got hella hot hoesI'm that Detroit mothafucker with the rudest flow[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Smoke DZA]Uh, I'm sittin' high, I'm tippin' slowI'm gettin' high, but I'm sippin' slowMouth full of golds, nigga I got hella hoesI'm that Harlem mothafucka with that mellow flowComing down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (Uh)Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (Uh)Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (Uh)Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine(White! Purple, we loco! Purple, we loco!On purple, we loco! Purple, we loco!)[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]I’m too throwedTwo white cupsMy shit feelDrunk, High, pop vic or XDrink Evian lean like my 5th wheelCandy painted sitting on them pokersMake a barber disappear like hocus pocusDavid Blaine, I take your pictureAnd never eat no dick like fried okraASAP my jewelry rockingMy watch, my chain, last name’s stalloneKing of the underground like kevin bunY’all freshman niggas better watch the throneMoney calling, gotta watch the phoneA nigga on his grind can’t miss shitI’m bad to the bone like hoes clothesAKA I’m a misfitY’all broke ass niggas just get richWhile I get richMy flow locoAnd Zo-zocoI got the game in the jumpDel locoStupid bread, retarded moneyIs that Chevy my short bus?Smoking loud, you gotta cough it upAnother beat dead, getting chopped upPart fidel, screw faceI’m so extern like scoob‘s tapesCounting money, y’all flick the conchI’ll hold a dead nigga so two face (yeah)Kush gardenThere’s a killaI lean and dreamMy cups doubleMy blunts rolledAnd I'm shaking these haters like Hakeem the Dream[Verse 4: Freeway]That shit crazy I’ve been locoSince niggas been living in they moms’ houseHad ye, had nickels, had dimes outWhile y’all was still playing in your snow clothesYo new chick? My old hoYo new style? My old clothesThese niggas ain't got no clothesPlus they be kicking it with po-poI’m realer toward the dealerNeed that pen of Mary UrkleGot a f’real lineGot a trap lineGot Google voice numbers on both phonesI’m a globe trotting nigga that hold chromeFireman gotta ladder that chromoNo sprite, sip the purple straightR-A-N-A real ass niggas that don’t blowMommy give me chochaPopi know I’m locoI see him, and cop 2Then she throw me popaBetty Crocker cakes I moveA lotta come in place your orderMove that kingSimply cause we able toAnd proper take the chopper. (haha)[Hook][Verse 5: Smoke DZA]Why?I’m a loco, nigga straight locoFirst time out I warned y'allNow I’m bout to go postalFirst let me get to the pro toolsFucking/fuck it real low nigga, old schoolThis time I brought my folks throughHarlem niggas show love like I’m supposed to (huh?)I got some bud in the cutRolling through the sink with some mud in my cupPour me an eighth, got me all stuffedMy nigga low from Meridian know what’s upOne time for my N.O. niggasMy Texas niggas, some reckless niggasDouble cup for breakfast niggasAll day no, effort niggasI'm gettin' high, I'm sippin' slowAnd all this tour money, I'mma get some moreAight, bring it to the hoodGet a heavy flowYou know us Harlem mothafuckas like to hustle thoughI need the bread and the butterMight be a hit, wouldn’t it be nice if I fooled yaOne time for the third and my homeboy ScuddaBetter watch yo mouth til I get this shooterI'm a loco, locoYou shook niggaKeep yo head downDon’t look niggaBetter watch out for the hook[Outro: A$AP Rocky]Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine
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