Yams Day (feat. A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg)

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 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 50 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 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) It's a gangsta party, we gon' do this every day (yeah) It's a gangsta party, I got roofied then I lay (yeah) It's a gangsta party, we gon' do this every day (yeah) It's a gangsta party, she a cutie with the braids (yeah) Flaric era, give her chara Baby Jesus, Holy major in the cup of churro I hooked the cable, it was illegal When we young, we had a couple channels (hey) Rusty pliers just to turn the channels Antennas and a couple scanners (hey) Bandanas with the hammers (ooh-ooh, yeah) G-fool boys and a couple scammers Bam pop a drop a cannon like a spanner A toolbox with a couple hammers Hold hammers like I hold bananas Cozy boy like I'm ho and nana Hold your phone up when I'm going ham They on my hand, or they holdin' planners Wrap your body in a clothing hanger, like a old banana, yeah 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 Major city, I touchdown So many ones, gotta order some bricks (what?) Coppin' the P's from the plug After we do business, we do a handshake, uh Rolly in the sky like a minks Paris, I'm ballin', I'm eatin' on grapes (ballin') I had to go straight to the bank So much money, I ran out of space (ran out of space) Versace my baller, my fork Jovish slur, I'm going to court (what?) Vacation, sipping that lean on resort (uh) She want a baby (uh) Dealership, I copped the Audi off the floor (vroom) Halo, now that boy trip with the Lord (boom) Lambo', I had to lift up my door Lambo', I had to lift up my door It's a gangsta party, we gon' do this every day (yeah) It's a gangsta party, I got roofied then I lay (yeah) It's a gangsta party, we gon' do this every day (yeah) It's a gangsta party, she a cutie with the braids (yeah) Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, suck a nigga, give it up (yeah) .38 to your dome, drop it off, give me some (yeah) Step to a real nigga, pistol grips all you know (yeah) I'm doggin' you bitches and you niggas (yeah)