Shabba (remix) Lyrics - Asap Ferg

[Intro: Shabba Ranks] 

SHABBA ! 

Him deh yah 

S, and a H, and a A, double B, and a A, R-A-N-K-S 

Always the best 

A$AP MOB 

Do the job, fly the flag 

Lawd ah mercy, people 

[Verse 1: Shabba Ranks] 

Say my name a likkle louder 

Holla out mi name mek I rip up the crowd yah 

Say it 3 times if a me unu proud of 

SHABBA ! SHABBA ! SHABBA ! 

Oh man, say it a likkle louder 

Holla out mi name mek I rip up the crowd yah 

Say it 3 times if a me unu prouf of 

SHABBA ! SHABBA ! SHABBA ! 

Hey, holla out mi name, jump to mi name 

Call out mi name, bawl out mi name 

Nah stop until it reach hall of fame 

Say yuh body waan Shabba know de same 

People, holla out mi name, shout to mi name 

Call out mi name, bawl out mi name 

Nah stop until it reach hall of fame 

Anytime mi sweat, mi sweat flame 

Ah me dem in need of, true crowd pleaser 

Turn non-believer, inna believer 

Come crowd a people follow di procedure 

Mi no rocking but "follow the leader" 

Head ago jump off a fool dem shoulder 

Chop off dem head with mi cleaver 

From Jamaica right back to Geneva 

Shabba Ranking ah true crowd pleaser 

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[Hook: A$AP Ferg] 

Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks 

Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks 

Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks 

One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks 

Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks 

Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks 

Two bad bitches like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks 

One gold tooth like I'm 

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] 

Who that stocky nigga with the grills? 

(Trap Lord you're so trill) 

I could get a new Bugatti but a nigga rather chill 

Rather sit up on the block and stack it 'till I get a mill 

What about them old bitches that wouldn't give me feel? 

Now they want a nigga gushy cause a nigga got a deal 

Rather double up and strap and hit a booty in brazil 

(I hit with the gun when shit get so real) 

Two bad bitches in my vehicle 

Yellow hood rats like Pikachu 

Hit it from the back got me screaming like 

Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah like Yeezus do 

Bringing rappers from the dead like Jesus do 

Can't call them bone thugs cause they eating dude 

I busta rhyme and flipmode, speak the flu 

Nigga Ya Ya Ya eat ya crew 

Butter pecan, Puerto Rican, be freakin' and peekin' 

A hood pope get good throat, I'm skeetin' the sheets 

She feelin' my team, I asked her if she feelin' The Weeknd 

Cause a nigga like she ?? "Hey wah yuh singing ? 

Imma get the bread while I'm breathin' 

I'm the rookie of the year and you better believe it 

I be barkin' like at you like a [?] collision 

Like a pedigree [?] 

Photos 

[Verse 3: Migos] 

[Offset] 

Me another plug got a quick trip 

Young nigga had to make that money backflip 

I'm choppin' with accuracy 

Gold on my toilet like Master P 

Lil' mama, she drunk off a daiquiri 

[Quavo] 

Shabba Ranks my pinky finger, please 

You mad cause you workin' at Mickey D's 

[Offset] 

Yo nigga, I'm flexin' like Hercules 

[Quavo] 

You can take her to the movie and go watch a film 

A$AP Ferg, front me a pelican 

Lean, lean, lean, that's my medicine 

Quavo, old money, Sega Genesis 

[Takeoff] 

Takeoff got ten gold rings, bling, bling, bling 

For tryna take my rings, gun go bang 

Cashed out on the jeweler, ching! 

Got 'em feelin' like Martin Luther King, I had a dream! 

Actavis, I only sip [?] might extended my clip 

If I see the police, grab my chips and I dip 

[?] my fingers, we fillin' arenas I flip up the Hannah Montana ?? 

I feel like that Keyshia Ka'oir, that double AK-47's, they aim at your lip 

[?] Givenchy, this shit is ridiculous! 

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] 

Look, nigga, get it straight, you could never fuck with my clique, boy 

Aww shit, quick, hit you with the drop kick jaw 

Bone break, you can see the way the clock tick, tock, tick 

Funny all these niggas stop, bitch boy 

Bust' Rhymes back up in the cockpit, spit toxic, always givin' niggas hot shit, boy 

Niggas see me shinin' 'til he's 6-6-6 

Any bitch really want Islam dick, boy 

So much jewelry, nigga lookin' priceless out here 

A lot of rappin' niggas lookin' lifeless out here 

Kill 'em 'til they say a nigga triflin' out here 

And you can let 'em talk, you know who the nicest out here 

Vroom, vroom, vroom! Bite dust pussy 

Better get more when yu heard de shot buss, pussy 

Every time I come here, know I body niggas fully 

Godfather with it while I murder little rookie 

And I'm bigger than your shorty though her pussy kinda bushy 

Fuckin' on the low, Versace logo on the hoodie 

Airhorn blow, my nigga, bwam bwam bwam 

Let it go, you already know what's really goodie 

Killin' shit like I'm some kind of cancer 

Bag your bitch, now she my private dancer 

I don't understand why niggas feel like they have to ask who the god is 

When you know what's the answer 

Chokehold shit 'til they be callin' me strangler 

Hundred million dollars, safe behind the plasma 

Proper with it, 'til he spread the propaganda 

And when I TEC talk, can we pop your man up 

On my Sha-Shabba Ranks 

On my Sha-Shabba Ranks 

Nigga, gettin' so much money 

It's like I just robbed a bank, nigga 

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]