F**kin' Problems (feat. Drake, 2 Chainz & Kendrick Lamar) - A$AP Rocky Feat. Skepta

I want it, I want it, I want it-it-it-it Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly (Yeah, what?) Wake up, Count Chilly (What?) I'm up, Count Chilly (Up) Tell my momma I hit a lick Tell my momma I hit a lick (Lick) Momma, I hit a lick Huh, Momma, I hit a lick I'm comin', baby, send the address Progress, never digress (Never) Your last one done passed the fly test (Test) I eat rappers, no digest Fuck a piece, I want the whole pie graph (Yeah) Money taller than a giraffe (Tall) Feng shui by the mic stand Have you ever had two One-night stands? (Have you ever?) I'm a emperor, very sinister Somewhere smokin' on Indica (Mmm) Fox on me like Vivica (Mmm) I pray for before meal, it's spiritual Wack ace, bet a big face (Yeah) They want my spot They wanna switch place (Yeah) They want the gas, wanna sip Ace (Yeah) Baow, baow, straight to the face (Bow) I'm takin' my lawyer the whole briefcase (Whole) Makin' a play in the police face They was like, "Man, he fresh" I was like, "Go, DJ" (Go) When they played your new shit I was like, "No, DJ" (No) You can go on and skip that I buy a house and flip that Chilly, chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly), chilly (Count it) Wake up, Count Chilly I'm up, Count Chilly Tell my momma I hit a lick (Hit it) Tell my momma I hit a lick Huh, Momma, I hit a lick Huh, Momma, I hit a lick (Ahh) Fall off in this bitch I ball off in this bitch My cameras hit the floor You call off in this bitch I threw a hundred more You stall off in this bitch And then I vámonos Applaud me in this bitch C-notes, B-notes, P-notes All up in this bitch Man, y'all not in this bitch Y'all are not familiar Y'all are immigrants The law not in this bitch, I... Fuck the opp, no competitor Got into it with my bitch last night She was right, but I had to get at her Two popped bands And they dance on my waist Hit the face, that's the editor I don't take pics on a jet, lil' nigga This shit regular, G5s all in my backyard Sit your roody-poos in the nosebleed Now my pockets holdin' big protein Big, big protein (Protein) I leveled up past Fab Five Your favorite rapper, Desperate Housewives Playin' with me get you chastised Milk 'em all 'til I'm satisfied They didn't fall for it, strategize Switch the flow 'cause They know niggas Like identity theft Oh, you got like me? (Say less) Oh, you pop like me? (Say less) Mask keep a nigga (In check) Huh, swag keep a nigga (With checks) Huh, tags on my wall (Success) Huh, played the underdog, now flex (Now flex) Chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly) Chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly) Wake up, Count Chilly I'm up, Count Chilly Tell my momma I hit a lick (Lick) Tell my momma I hit a lick Momma, I hit a lick Momma, I hit a lick Momma, I hit a lick Momma, I hit a lick

If you was in a pine box, box I would surely break the lock I'd jump right in and-and fall asleep, I-I fall asleep 'Cau-'cau-'cause you, 'cause you are the death of me 'Cause you are the- If you was in a pine box, box I would surely break the lock I'd jump right in and-and fall asleep, I-I fall asleep 'Cau-'cau-'cause you, 'cause you are the death of me 'Cause you are the- The, the death of me, you-you, the death of me Lookin' in the mirror, I'm embarrassed I'm feelin' like a suicidal terrorist React like an infant whenever you are mentioned Mind over matter never worked for my nemesis I'm in the matter of man arm wrestlin' hands I was dealt When I said the music business was all I needed When I got it, I was greeted by an alien That said last year that she slept with a Canadian That gave him an addiction that'd keep him in Mercedes Benz Bright lights and Rihanna as a lady friend My vice is similar, women love when you're my type And you're winnin' from everything that your palm write Put her in the Palms Hotel, sin city Devil in a dress, Platinum Chanel, live the ambiance all 'Cause the audience one day said I would do it So instead of a verse bein' read I'ma go and get some head off the strength of my music I tell a bad bitch yo' ass too fat, capitalize that And your weave look good with the Indian tracks Trackin' device on your used 5 series I don't call back, just blame it on your Canadian The same day we say were in the area cruisin' in Toronto Hit me on the cellular thought he was gonna sell me a false word like the rappers I know Sat down with a few drinks, located where you can't see us A white waitress on standby when we need her A black Maybach, 40 pulled up Jeep No doors, all that nigga was missin' was Aaliyah Felt like the initiation, a reality livin' in the matrix We talk casually about the industry and how the women be the tastemakers for the shit we makin' Then he said that he was the same age as myself And it didn't help 'cause it made me even more rude and impatient So blame it on Mr. OVOXO The reason why I'm breathin' all the vanity I know The reason why my best friend said she love me more than life But I live a double life and need to let her go The reason why the highlight was when he said You belong to the people when you're outside So dig a shovel full of money, full of power, full of pussy, full of fame And bury yourself alive, then I died

I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax Movie, bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass Who he's, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye Louie V's in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid Bread up and my top down, on the block with a block out Hit ya ass with that block-ow, dope enough to go in yo nostrils I take ya girl and kidnap her, feed her to my mattress A skeleton in my closet, it's probably one of these dead ass rappers It's probably one these pussy ass niggas, don't try me I'll pull that trigga Got ya car note in my cup, and your rent in my swisha That pussy so good I miss ya, head game's so vicious And all I get is cheese like I'm taking pictures I say fuck you, 'less I'm wit' ya If I take you out of the picture I know real niggas won't miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don't do Nah I just do it for the niggas That try to see a million 'fore they die Wattup 2 Chainz and Champagne, you want true, that's true enough Forbes list like every year, my office is my tour bus She came through, she brought food, she got fucked, she knew wassup She think I'm the realest out and I say "damn, that makes two of us" Aww that look like what's her name, chances are it's whats her name Chances are if she was actin up then I fucked her once and never fucked again She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee Just need to know what that pussy like so one time is fine with me Young as an intern, with money like I built the shit Streets talking they'll confirm, go ask them who just killed the shit Stay keeping my cup full so I'm extra charged like a state tax Me an Chainz go way back, we don't talk the talk, we just say facts I say fuck you, 'less I'm wit' ya If I take you out of the picture I know real niggas won't miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don't do Nah I just do it for the niggas That try to see a million 'fore they die Wattup Name a nigga that want some, I'll out rap his ass, out trap his ass Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass, take him out Bring 'em in, them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend I did what they say I wouldn't, went where they say I couldn't (true) YSL belt buckle, ya'll niggas sure is looking Ya'll niggas sure is lucky, 2 chains on my rugby Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on that pussy I say fuck you, 'less I'm wit' ya If I take you out of the picture I know real niggas won't miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don't do Nah I just do it for the niggas That try to see a million 'fore they die Wattup

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers I'm tired of these dances by these fucking backpackers And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick of phony niggas I'm stickin' to these bitches 'cause I'm sick of all these sisters I'm sick and tired of tryna survive I'm sick and tired of my environment Sick and tired of feeling deprived I'm one of a kind when in my climate Sick and tired of your façade And all of your lying and your diamonds Basically, I'm tired of feelin' sick and tired A$AP (A$AP) born in money-makin' Manhattan Every nigga on my block wanna be a Main Attraktion Shout my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Mondre If you disrespect them niggas then I'm polishin' the nine-trey And I'm coming to your casa for your madre and your padre Comprende? Most of these niggas been gay or they strange They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye, little bit of Max A little bit of Wiz, little bit of that, little bit of this, get off my dick I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a down to Earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh Ain't on stage, behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, with my team Won't you come and take a sip with me, sip with me? Yeah Take a sip with me, sip with me, yeah Ay, ay, ay, once again, Mr. Back Selling Crack It's an honor keeping real nigga music on the map Street raps, new face, sampling with no credits Doubting myself 'cause I don't think the world can relate To my surprise, everyone does, so have faith Half of the other side don't live it, they push play The young illest alive, Harlem World to the Bay It feels good waking up to money in the bank 'Cause last year, it was shoebox and lint I only write raps just to give you niggas hints Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney My album coming November, that's twenty years of memory And that's assuming I'ma live that long If I don't, don't cry 'cause I ain't live that wrong Just an artist in a purest form, I live that song An artist in the purest form, I live that song, Bambino I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a down to Earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh Ain't on stage, behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, with my team Won't you come and take a sip with me, sip with me? Yeah Take a sip with me, sip with me, yeah Okay, hold up, ay, why fuss? I'd rather fuck Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust Seven deuce, waiting on the bus Before them boys bend the corner tryna make a bust Tryouts, I'm tryna make the bucks Purple and the green got me on stuck So I two-step, move my feet and keep it pushing Always bouncin' back, gotta keep the cushion And that's somethin' fat, like eating all the pudding A$AP, we got a slap, bruh, good looking Fuck that, A$AP where I come from 456, Ice City slums Weed in my pocket, coke in his tongues Buying Swisher Sweets, no more honey buns Fresh white tee, bright like the sun Only nigga 'round here rocking Мишка I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a down to Earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh Ain't on stage, behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, with my team Won't you come and take a sip with me, sip with me? Yeah Take a sip with me, sip with me, yeah