A$AP Ferg ft. Denzel Curry, IDK, NickNack – Kristi (Audio)

Lyrics for “Kristi” performed by A$AP Ferg ft. Denzel Curry, IDK and NickNack

Oh 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 n*ggas’ 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 f*ckin’ champ, these are puppies baby
They can’t, they can’t f*ck with you baby, Lord

Racks on racks on racks, Dapper Dan all on my back
Double G all on my cap, monogram on a Maybach
Testin’ that pussy like Pap eatin’ that b*tch from the back
Mumble rap all on that cat Lil Pump, she makin’ it clap

I’m ’bout to write Yammy a letter, tell ’em I’m doin’ way better
Plain Jane the song of the year I’m busy just chasin’ the lettuce
I’m a Calvin Klein model on billboards, I did a campaign with the fellas
Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too, they got cheddar

Shoot videos in the PJs then I go hop on a PJ
They sendin’ me all these free clothes momma just put it on eBay
I run the sh*t like a relay, n*ggas gon’ have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me, and Jam Master Jay for TJ

Goddamn, n*gga
When it be raining outside n*gga, you the umbrella
Cause that sh*t just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, n*gga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
Cause you just all over the f*ckin’ world with this sh*t, baby
N*ggas cannot touch you

Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
F*ckin’ with the Lords, no Frodo Baggins
N*ggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat b*tch
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 b*tch 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 n*gga 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 n*gga got a Boost, baby, what the f*ck
N*gga, you gotta step it up

You need to get you a trap phone
N*gga you need to get one of these f*ckin’ Motorolas, baby
N*ggas 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 b*tches
When I say they got their panties in a bunch

I’m talkin’ n*ggas, 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, f*cked 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
I’m losin’ track of time
Cause I don’t hear tick or no tock…

➤ Produced by Frankie P
A$AP Ferg & IDK & Denzel Curry & NickNack 2018

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