Yams Day A$AP Twelvyy & A$AP ANT (Ft. A$AP Ferg & A$AP Rocky)

[Intro: A$AP Twelvyy]
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, suck a nigga, give it up
.38 to your dome, drop it off, give me some
Step to a real nigga, pistol grips all you know (Ayy, ayy)
I'm doggin' you bitches and you niggas (Yo, yo)
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy]
I need a hundred a show when I'm back on the road
We gon' run it and grind it, it's really no biggie
The blickie and Rickie, this fit me, I'm really the bitty
I bust up a bag and I multiply fifty
I wanted a Jag', but I rather the Bentley
I know 'bout the tax, I'ma tax for the kidney
I'm comin' right back, I'll be back in a jiffy
Kick in the dirt and I'm out of the mud
Land this suburban, I'm swervin' the fuzz
Back of the back and I'm stacking it up
My pack in the back, got a strap in the tuck (Strap in the tuck)
Propane, go fangs, lo mein, cocaine
Dope fiends, gold chains, soul trains, road rage
Oh, wait, woah, wait

[Refrain: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg]
Fresh up out the grave, bet that's I that you see
Bludgeon out your brain, it's your eyes that deceive you
I don't see no evil, I know evil from my ears that I hear from my parents upstairs
Say the prayers to the man upstairs, yeah (Yeah)