LVL

Clams Casino, nigga.
ASAP.

Mister Pistol Popper, Flacko locked and loaded,
Life's a bitch and she pussy pop, know why?
‘Cause I got her open.
That pussy soakin', fuck is you promotin',
Yeah, you claim you rage, you hatin' like you live in Oakland.
All my rap town niggas with the roof back,
Introduce you niggas to the new swag,
Make you say, “A nigga blew up too fast,”
Fuck, I'm ‘sposed to do with all this new ass,
Fuck, I'm ‘sposed to do with all this new cash,
Thousand dollar drawers just to hold my balls,
All I ever do is let my jewels sag.
Pac gone, but the “Juice” back,
Get your popcorn, juice, snacks,
It's a movie, nigga, with a new cast,
Get the news flash, that the truth back,
This is boom-bap, mixed with new raps,
Look at all the niggas that I blew past,
Hood By Air, to the doo-rack,
Nigga make way for the new jacks.

It's Mister Pistol Popper screamin', “Fuck a copper!”
I just bought a crispy choppa, finna fuck yo block up, block up.
Even cracked the pavement that's for niggas hatin',
I been impatiently waitin' to show you niggas Satan,
All this talk of Illuminati ain't got a clue about me,
Bitch, I'm Trill-me-luminati and got my crew behind me.
Shooters ‘round me, keep them looters ‘round me,
Keep a tool around me, it'll keep you fools from ‘round me.
Couple of them dudes surround me with a gat, wit' a strap in a backpack,
When they cap-cap, leave you flat, better back-back,
On a fast track, ratatat, nigga, that's that;
Nigga, pass that, finna ash, where the hash at?
Got a Kat Stacks with a ass, finna smash that,
Make ‘em cash that ASAP, then I pass that off
To my niggas, then she ask, “Where the cash at?”
I see dead people, I need dead people,
Lord Pretty Flacko, bitch, I behead people,
Kneel and kiss the ring, all hail the King,
“Long.Live.ASAP” – put that on everything.

Alright, motherfucker.
Alright, ASAP.