Potato Salad

Yo, now you gon' start me from the top? Listen

Shout out Harlem, man

Shout out A$AP Rocky, man

AWGE in the building, man

What's good? Is that potato salad?

Yo, listen

**** give me the cold shoulder

I can speak for myself

So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt

And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games

But got some lil' **** who'll would do it

So I pass the controller

You get pressed and X'ed out

Triangle your nose

Pause your life if you squares

Try to mess with my O's, whoa

So cut the crap like shit barbers

'Cause we really with the beef

Like closeted gay fathers

**** we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller

Exchange for them chains that's all shiny

With thick water

I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream

My whip clean

And they all white, I whip cream

And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream

And cop cribs, I got more space than big jeans

Y'all sleeping on me

Explain why they got shit dreams

I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam

Married to the money, my bitch green

No I don't sip lean

But ride around in 'rockets' like Yao Ming

Y'all **** weak

They thought I was goofy and all mouses

Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses

Y'all cop kush, my **** I cop houses

And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, ****

Where we? Rocky, A$AP

GOLF, boy, where we at? **** in Pari'

Fuck clothes, I cop pieces

Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas

Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers

Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers

Bass all in the speakers

In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come

I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel

And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel

Bless, at you, nah I ain't sneeze

But if **** want steam or smoke, bet I match you

Got a bullet with your name on the barrel

If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food

That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue

Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel

Go to any **** with money up in my bracket

Then I think about the state of rapping

All the freshmens in the classes

All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'

Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping?

I find it hard to find actual talent

I find it hard to find a actual challenge

I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate

Rap lab's labyrinth

Word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus

Calldrops' on the album skits

Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch

I'm the ammo in the Glock

Weird ****, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop

And based on my neck boy

You would think I hate glass homes

Way I'm handling the rocks

Who cast the first stone?

Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?

Real grunge ****, I ain't got a flannel as the top

And I'm picking up guitar, strum ****

Bum **** wish they could make a garden shed

But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead

I'm a wild **** boy and you farmer bred, born

You ain't animal, you are, corn

Haha, yeah

K shiz, what up, ****