How many problems get solved?
How many problems get solved?
How many problems get solved? Mm, nah (ah)

Niggas dyin’ every other night (solved)
Niggas cryin’, that’s a part of life Continue reading →

Hook:
It’s so easy to fall in love

Verse 1:
Purple kisses on your neck, thinking ’bout the day we met
Body dripping sweat, eat that, beat that pussy wet Continue reading →

Bachelor with no tux, still got my shirt cuffed
Still got my sleeves rolled up and my shirt tucked
Grown up? Sure enough
Sipping on that syrup
Purple Label shit, yeah I wear what I sip
Scarface vision, see my visions on a blimp Continue reading →

Uh
They call me F-L-A-C-K-O and don’t play, no, ’bout my papes
Baked potato on that Draco, new bandana on my face
Ain’t no stains up on my drapes, squeaky clean, fuck you say?
Peep them teeth, no dentures please, princess cut, no dentist, please
Say cheese for the cameras, eight Gs for the dancers Continue reading →

Yeah, ’cause she cut my wings
When she broke my heart and she took my ring back
Yeah, ’cause she cut my wings
When she broke my heart and she took my ring back (bamba)
Yeah, ’cause she cut my wings
When she broke my heart and she took my ring back Continue reading →

Intro:
Clams casino, nigga
A$ap

Verse 1:
Mr. Pistol popper, flacko locked and loaded Continue reading →

Wha wha wha wha what’s it all about?
It’s the bodega cat in the back of the house
Knick knack patty wack, fvck your dog bone
I’m mobbing with my cats, we relax on the throne

Which is on top of a bunch of potatoes Continue reading →

Yeah
Fake homies do turn to fake phony dudes
Let me find out that you phony too
Yeah, fake homies do turn to fake—

Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch Continue reading →

Bitch motherfuckers trying to fake it trill
Sneak diss you just to make a bill, now the world won’t take you serious
When i met you, you was painting nails
Leave a motherfucker layin’ still, bang him with the stainless steel
Cause i’m making the order
Laugh at the altar, pullin’ a lord up Continue reading →

Yeah, this year we finna make a killin’
Now the money stack up to the ceilin’
All I know is payback, all I rep is A$AP
Now we finna go off in the buildin’
I could really give a fuck about your feelings
This’d be a schoolboy and a rude boy too Continue reading →