Lost and Found Freestyle 2019 Lyrics by Nigo (with A$AP Rocky & Tyler, The Creator)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, ok-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k
Okay
A$AP Rocky, n****
Pretty Flacko, n****
A$AP shit, n****
I just want my credit like I’m Soulja
Camo like Rambo, big Draco cross the shoulder
I’m fine tuned on iTunes if you shuffle
Test the boiler suits like I came to tune your motor
Motherfuck a mumble rapper, I’d rather be a mogul
Million dollar market deals closing on my mobile
Keep the grass cut, got a phobia for cobra
Usually low key, fuck the world when I’m vulgar
Man, I used to listen to that n**** when I was younger
Found out he’s a poser when I got a lil’ older
My bitch used to model for the Vogue but she older
A true centerfold sit around watching poker
No buns in the oven or babies in the stroller
Just guns in the cupboard and some ladies coming over
See I’m a pretty boy, manicures with the rollers
And Babushkas on our heads like grandmothers in the Romans
Some women throw me bras, some women throw me roses
Might even flash a titty while she on a n****’s shoulders
They going crazy at my shows, she pass out if I noticed her
Yeah, we in the building till this shit is for foreclosure
Yeah, we not the same, I ain’t tryna play it like a lame n****
Switch up game, switch the feat, like the track is plain
Ayo
Bitch, I called you an Uber and that’s the only way I’m giving you payback
My shit nasty like that one n**** from A$AP
Been ill since I was twelve, was Rocky, but ain’t it swell
Now say “Tyler,” watch these motherfuckers start ringing bells, ’cause (Ding dong)
I spit fire when shit cold, this shit so mean, nice rocks and I get stones
The shit so clean and bright bold, the gold got a great hold, all these Lucky Charms like a thick bowl
The diamonds are appraised, yeah
Y’all go to Avianne and y’all get a lease in that bitch
My earlobes got them yellow boogers like I sneezed in that bitch
The 808s is dried, you need to put some grease in that bitch
And let it sit, n****
Fuck what you heard, and fuck rap, I make a living off that four letter word
One stop shop, n****, just to sell them shoes
The profit margin looking higher than them airplane views
Y’all getting fucked in your deals, and they share that lube
I push the cum-colored Bimmer and the inside blue
I push an Elon too, and a 675
The long tail, like the mane that’s on A$AP Lou
Whips, whips, whips, whips, Kunta started a fight
The 720 ordered and I still gon’ ride me a bike
But don’t following yours, Ville behind me in sight
My n***** strictly like nines like young Mike and his type
Rip, you better zip that lip and zip up quick
And shit, he probably sucked my dick then kissed his bitch
There’s two sides to each coin, I call heads
Been counting so much goddamn coin my palm read
I spend it on some books and some diamonds, I shed light
And them hoes shine just like the top of a bald head, n****