"So recognize that shit
You better fuckin' recognize that fuckin' name right now"
"Aight I recognize, I recognize it"
"A$AP"
"I recognize it"
"Recognize that shit, A$AP
A fucking $AP
You don't play no fuckin' fear in my heart"
Do it

These other niggas so-so, they open off my mojo
Spanish Sophie with a half a kilo by her cho-cho
Blow it out your culo, who got dough on the smoke though?
My partner had cinco now we blowin' on that ocho
Bozos love my rose gold, purple got me slow-mo
Stuntin' like I'm Dorothy but my rubies in my gold though
What you think this four for? These niggas must be loco
Steppin' on these bricks and for your fix so call me Toto
Follow me, follow me, follow me now

Now I come through gettin' down
Got a new Cadillac with a diamond in the back
Got a bitch and she bad with about a hundred tats
Got my goons on deck, and we got a hundred straps
What you know about that? Got me swaggin' to the max
Everybody know we got the shit and baggages to match, uh
Better come correct, fuck what the basis is (uh)
Gold grills like a set of new braces

Why they comment on my set though?
They lookin' 'cause my neck gold
And I let that TEC show, hear that echo?
Let go, that medal, .38 special, to your threshold
Niggas actin' petrol, like they sexual, was metro
Bunch of bad bitches fuckin' out on tour (uh)
Like it through the back door, give it to her raw (raw)
Shimmy shimmy ya, ODB, ODB
Fuckin' other niggas' broads, OPP, OPP

Comin' down stuntin' like a bitch, bitches on my dick
On the set and they like the nicotine to cigarette
How they fiendin' for a nigga, got these hoes up on my sack
Got my niggas in the back, couple bitches in the bed
A$AP where it's at, where that weed? How that cake?
Bitches all up in my face, back back, give me space
'Cause you know how we do it, niggas scream A$AP (A$AP)
Ayy Clams, nigga, tell me where that bass at?

Bass, uh
Bass, uh
Bass, uh
Bass, uh
Bass, uh
Bass, uh
Bass, uh
Bass, bass, bass
Bass, bass, bass
Bass, bass, bass

Yeah
Clams Casino, nigga
A$AP
Where that bass?
Where that bass?
Clams, Harlem, yeah
Where that bass?
Trill shit
Trill shit from a trill nigga
All my purple people
I be that pretty motherfucker
Bass, bass, haha

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Michael Volpe, Rakim Mayers