Lost & Found Freestyle 2019 Lyrics – Nigo ft. A$AP Rocky

[Part 1]
[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Okay, okay, okay, okay~
Okay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay~
'kay, 'kay, okay!
A$AP Rocky! n!gga
Pretty Flacko, n!gga
A$AP sh!t! n!gga

[Verse: Nigo & A$AP Rocky]
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 boy Le Suess like
I came to tune your motor
Motherf**ker, 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
You should low-key f**k
The world when I'm vulgar
Man I used to listen to that n!gga
When I was younger
Found out he's a poser
When I got a 'lil older
My b!tch used to model for the Vogue
But she older A truce and a foe
Sitting 'round 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 the head
Like grandmothers and the Roman
Some women throw me bras
Some women throw me roses
Might even flash a titty while
She on a n!gga shoulders
They going crazy at my shows
She passed out if I noticed her
Yeah, we in the building 'til
The sh!t is forced for closure
Yeah, we not the same
I ain't tryna play it like a lame n!gga
Switch a gang, switch the beat
Like the track that's playing
(That's playing)

[Part 2]
[Verse: Nigo & Tyler, The Creator]
Ayo (Woo, woo)
B!tch, I called you a Uber
And that's the only way
I'm giving you payback (Yeah)
My sh!t nasty like that one n!gga from A$AP
Been ill since I was twelve
Was Rocky but ended swell
Now say Tyler, watch these motherf**kers
Start ringing bells (Ding-dong)
'Cause I spit fire, and sh!t cold
This sh!t so mean, nice rocks and I get stones
This sh!t so clean and bright, bold (Yeah)
The gold got a grip hold
All these Lucky Charms like a thick bowl
The diamonds all appraised (N!gga), yeah
Y'all go to Avianne and
Y'all get a lease in that b!tch
My earlobes got them yellow boogers like
I sneezed in that b!tch (Achoo)
Your 808s is dry
You need to put some grease in that b!tch
And let it sit, n!gga
F**k what you heard
And f**k rap
I make a living off that 4-letter word (GOLF)
One-stop shop, n!gga, just to sell them shoes
The profit margins looking higher
Than them airplane views
Y'all getting f**ked in your deals
And they share that lube
I push the cum-colored Beamer
And the inside blue (Skrrrt)
I push an Elon too, and the 675
The long tail, like the mane that's on A$AP Lou
Whips, whips, whips, whips, Kunta started a fight
The 720 ordered and I still go ride me a bike
But don't follow in yours (Nah)
Vill behind me in sight (Yeah)
My n!ggas strictly like 9s, like young Mike
And his type (Pew-pew)
Rip, you better zip that lip and zip up quick
And sh!t, he'd probably suck my d!ck
And kiss his b!tch (Mwah)
It's two sides to each coin, I call heads (Heads)
Been counting so much goddamn coin, my palm red (Uh)
I spend it on some books and
Some diamonds that shed light
And them hoes shine
Just like the top of a bald head, n!gga

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha, yeah!