LVL

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