[Produced by Clams Casino]
[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Clams Casino, n*gga
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Mr. Pistol Popper, Flacko locked and loaded
Life's a b*tch and she pus*y pop, know why? Cause I got her open
That pus*y soaking, f*ck is you promoting?
Yeah, you claim you rage, you hating like you live in Oakland
All my rap town n*ggas with the roof back
Introduce you n*ggas to the new swag
Make you say a n*gga blew up too fast
f*ck I'm 'sposed to do with all this new ass?
f*ck I'm 'sposed to do with all this new cash?
Thousand dollar drawers just to hold my balls
All I ever do is let my jewels sag
Pac gone, but the "Juice" back
Get your popcorn, juice, snacks
It's a movie n*gga, with a new cast
Get the news flash, that the truth back
This is boom bap, mixed with new raps
Look at all the n*ggas that I blew past
Hood by Air, to the do-rag
n*gga make way for the new jacks
[Interlude: A$AP Rocky]
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
It's Mr. Pistol Popper screaming, "f*ck a copper"
I just bought a crispy choppa, finna f*ck your block up, blocka!
Even cracked the pavement that's for n*ggas hating
I been impatiently waiting to show you n*ggas Satan
All this talk of Illuminati ain't got a clue about me
b*tch, I'm Trillmaluminati and got my crew behind me
Shooters round me, keep them looters round me
Keep a tool around me, it'll keep you fools from round me
Couple of them dudes surround me
With a gat, with a strap in a backpack
When they cap cap, leave you flat, better back back
On a fast track, ratatat, n*gga that's that
n*gga pass that, finna ash, where the hash at
Got a Kat Stacks with a ass, finna smash that
Make 'em catch that, A$AP, then I pass that
Off to my n*ggas then she ask, "Where the cash at?"
I see dead people, I need dead people
Lord Pretty Flacko, b*tch, I behead people
Kneel and kiss the ring, all hail the King
Long Live A$AP put that on everything