What You See

[Intro: DJ Scream] Ayoo Salute to the Streets We do this for the mother fucking streets Ayoo Chinx, A pleasure my nigga Salute to you for blessing, the streets nigga The Traps Some music for some real niggas Its that CR4(Cocaine Riot 4) This shit right here forever This Shit legendary And The DJ Scream said that nigga! [Hook:] When you staring at a barrel of a nine millimeter What you see? Twenty pointers in the chain How these niggas acting like they don't see? When you staring in the eyes of a young drug dealer What you see? (Tell Me what you see) From the projects to the television, nigga that's something you could see Nigga talking tunnel vision (green light) Nigga had a better vision Death threats on a nigga life, well then, we gon' see Nigga talking tunnel vision Nigga had a better vision Death threats on a nigga life, well then, we gon' see [Bridge: ASAP Ferg] Coke Boy, A$AP Never hit yah bitch without a Latex Run up on me Dead pussy nigga, know I stay strapped Niggas know me Talking bout the bread, nigga take that (what) Youngest, O.G Real Trap nigga never fake that [Verse 1: Chinx Drugz] Fuck a nigga talkin' we don't play that Aye Ferg tell em' how my money Asap Them niggas play it like a 8 track Choppin' work up on the plate Yeah I scrape that Hate to see a young nigga do it Stacking up the money like I'm Jewish Use to move the work up in the buick Now niggas spending money like I grew it Boy Pull up in the mint two seater Nigga don't front look bitch you see it Roll up to the front all the hoes want in Fuck a nigga bitch, kick her out, Who need her? Got the party jumping when the record hit the needle Fans going crazy like I came with the Beetles Young nigga only hit the pussy if it's legal The bread make the ends I'll be coming through the speaker [Hook] [Bridge: ASAP Ferg] Fergy, Chinxy You gon have to put this shit on repeat Coke Bwoy, A$AP Bitch get kinky in the Maybach (S-Sq-Sq-Squaad) Alright Harlem, All my niggas that bout it I be Trap Lord and Shit gone get lit when I finish recording God Damn I am awesome [Verse 2: ASAP Ferg] Put you in the creek like Dawson You blink I hit em with Harlem You speak it, you sleep in the coffin Yo momma I'm calling I'm giving out late abortions You know I'm not lying I kill em, my flow is extortion No feature, I'm muting your talkin (talkin), talking [?] back to New York and [?] passed me the torch and He told me little nigga you scorching You spit like a goblin Never stop, keep the ball rolling I'm keeping it rolling That's why my pockets is swollen And my momma eyes is so swollen Ma please wipe yo eyes I'm busy hugging, consoling We hardly can talk on the phone Because I'm on the rise I'm busy getting that dough and So I can get her a new home and Yeah she'll be surprised [Hook]