Kristi Lyrics - Asap Ferg

Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone 

Da-damn baby, I been smokin' 

Been chokin' and it's 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 niggas' necks 

Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that left foot off baby 

And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big baby 

And choke them even harder, cause you's a dog 

You's a, you's a fuckin' champ, these are puppies baby 

They can't, they can't fuck with you baby, Lord 

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Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (right) 

Double G all on my cap, (yeah) monogram on a Maybach (smear) 

Testin' that pussy like Pap (smear) 

eatin' that bitch from the back (yeah) 

Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it clap 

I'm 'bout to write Yammy a letter, 

tell 'em I'm doin' way better (right) 

"Plain Jane" the song of the year 

(yeah) I'm busy just chasin' the lettuce 

I'm a Calvin Klein model on billboards, 

I did a campaign with the fellas (right) 

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) 

They sendin' me all these free 

clothes (right) momma just put it on eBay 

I run the shit like a relay, niggas gon' have to press replay 

Yammy say hi to my daddy for me, and Jam Master Jay for TJ 

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Goddamn, nigga 

When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella 

Cause that shit just bounce off you with that Gucci 

God, nigga I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby 

Cause you just all over the fuckin' world with this shit, baby 

Niggas cannot touch you 

Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget 

You don't wanna see a pretty scene get drastic 

Fuckin' with the Lords, no Frodo Baggins 

Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch 

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 bitch inside a prophylactic 

When I'm rappin', got no hard-on, double tappin' 

From a city built on coke and pistol-packin' 

See you flaggin' 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 follow the light while you follow the leader 

Now a nigga overseas where they checkin' my Visa, look 

Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got? 

Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp baby 

This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the fuck 

Nigga, you gotta step it up 

You need to get you a trap phone 

Nigga you need to get one of these fuckin' Motorolas, baby 

Niggas can't even track us, baby 

Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah 

Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't even tyin' up the pumps, huh 

Imagine when I tie 'em up, yeah 

I shake 'em, they gon' need a crutch, yeah 

And I ain't talkin' groupie bitches 

When I say they got their panties in a bunch 

I'm talkin' niggas, I ain't talkin' nada 

They ain't talkin' 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 

Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if they make it get-up 

Pull up to the place, fucked her when we met up 

Yeah, I'm gettin' 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 playin' 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 losin' track of time 

Cause I don't hear tick or no tock (yup)