4 Loko (Remix)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine [Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy] It's that ASAP Gimme that beat, no take backs Flow so hard I state facts These real slugs, y'all 8-track That's fool's gold, I’m two, four Yellow and purp, I move slow Stacking all my cool dough Teacher need that too, though I'm just copping sneakers And a couple heaters Loaded up on ammo Dumping all these features Fucking with me? Nah, my man It’s clear to see you high my man Ain't no system, try my man Then they wonder why, my man Moving like we moving, rising like we rising ASAP Worldwide, global enterprising (huh) Don’t that sound good, corporate but I'm wild hood Coming from a wild hood now just his style (Huh) Ricky always with us, sip the 'zona Flacko put me on it, now the hoes won't get up off it That's that pimp shit, never on no symp' shit Shorty here now, best believe that's my tense bitch [Verse 2: Danny Brown] I'm a weirdo Molly in the pocket of my pea coat Wresting a P-bo have three hoes Got coke so we about to speed boat I got trees anD O's Step brother shit got boats and hoes Boats and soda, rolling up the doja White boys grew up the Pacific Coast I thought I told ya so, I got tons of hoes So when I lick lick lick lick on that bitch friend Take the dick out the pussy, put it in the throat Jiggas can’t say no to James I done popped about 2 beans Spillin' purple on the Moncler Splitting swishers, blunts in the air With my nigga, Smoke DZA Now these hoes wanna know a nigga Cause when I'm on the east, I fuck with Ruff On the west, my drink is gruff Fuck my dog, fuck my peso Suck my dick ho cause I say so Now she all up on my jock Never made love but I fuck a lot Taking shots of that tiger balm Jeremy Scott, tiger on Fixing a blunt at the blunt fitting dope Now she talking about she wants the tiger balm And my teeth fucked up but nigga I got hella hot hoes I'm that Detroit mothafucker with the rudest flow [Hook: A$AP Rocky & (Smoke DZA)] I'm sittin' high, I'm tippin' slow I'm gettin' high, but I'm sippin' slow Mouth full of golds, nigga I got hella hoes I'm that Harlem mothafucka with that mellow flow Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (Uh) Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (Uh) Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (Uh) Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (White! Purple, we loco! Purple, we loco! On purple, we loco! Purple, we loco!) [Verse 3: Killa Kyleon] I’m too throwed Two white cups, my shit filled Drunk, high, pop Vic or X Drink got me on lean like my 5th wheel Candy painted sitting on them pokers Make a barber disappear like hocus pocus David Blaine, I take your picture And never eat no dick like fried okra ASAP my jewelry rocking My watch, my chain, last name’s Stallone King of the underground like Kevin Bun Y’all freshman niggas better watch the throne Money calling, gotta watch the phone A nigga on his grind can’t miss shit I’m bad to the bone like hoes clothes AKA I’m a misfit Y’all broke ass niggas just get rich While I get rich my flow loco It's so loco I got the game in the jump, seen the show coat, del loco Stupid bread, retarded money As that Chevy my short bus Smoking loud, you gotta cough it up Another beat dead, getting chopped up Part fidel, screwed face I’m so H-Town like Scoob‘s tapes Counting money, y’all flick the conch I’ll hold a dead nigga so two faced (yeah) Kush garden There’s a killa, I lean and dream My cups double, my blunts rolled And I'm shaking these haters like Hakeem the Dream [Verse 4: Freeway] That shit crazy I’ve been lock Since niggas been living in they moms’ house Had ye, had nicks, had dimes out While y’all was still playing in your snow clothes Yo new chick? My old ho Yo new style? My old clothes These niggas ain't got no clothes Plus they be kicking it with po-po I’m realer toward the dealer Need that pen of Mary Urkle Got a real line, got a trap line Got Google voice numbers on both phones I’m a globe trotting nigga that hold chrome Fireman gotta ladder that chromo No sprite, sip the purple straight R-A-N-A real ass niggas that don’t blow Mommy give me chocha Papi know I’m loco I see him, and cop two Then he throw me popas Betty Crocker cakes I move A lotta come in place your order Move that king, simply cause we able to And proper told the chopper (haha) [Hook] [Verse 5: Smoke DZA] Why? I’m a loco, nigga straight loco First time out I warned y'all Now I’m bout to go postal First let me get to the pro tools Fucking real low nigga, old school This time I brought my folks through Harlem niggas show love like I’m supposed to (huh?) I got some bud in the cut Rolling through the sink with some mud in my cup Pour me an eighth, got me all stuffed My nigga low from Meridian know what’s up One time for my N.O. niggas My Texas niggas, some reckless niggas Double cup for breakfast niggas All day no, effort niggas I'm gettin' high, I'm sippin' slow And all this tour money, I'mma get some more Aight, bring it to the hood, get a heavy flow You know us Harlem mothafuckas like to hustle though I need the bread and the butter Might be a hit, wouldn’t it be nice if I fooled ya One time for the third and my homeboy Scudda Better watch yo mouth til I get this shooter I'm a loco, loco, you shook nigga Keep yo head down, don’t look nigga Better watch out for the hook [Outro: A$AP Rocky] Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine