A$AP Rocky — Jacking for Beats Freestyle

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Think about the smarts, words said of wise Do it like paz and I do it like Nas You got two small fries by the size And I get a gat, two times, two times, rap Ratatat on your motherfucking back Niggas know how I do it, A$AP Gold chains, bitches give me brain And I’m insane in the membrane man Niggas bring pain and I might make it rain I’m talking 'bout bullets I ain’t talking 'bout change Oh shit, they whole style changed They was looking at me, now they don’t rap the same This is off the tip of the top of the dome When I’m rapping miles deep In the back, and you know I’m A$APing Pants sagging, and I come through hop the band wagon 'Cause they love how I do it I ain’t never been no faggot And I gotta habit, tat off this habit That I do and I get lettuce like cabbage You talk about me, you up in my passing And I got gliss on, you can call it carriage You look embarrassed, tell me what your name is Blat, blat, now a motherfucker famous I ain’t change shit, leave you brainless With this stainless I’m on the same shit, that gang bang shit Niggas who I hang with, is my crew And I do, do the do, what it do Chilling with Raheem, and I come through, with the high beam And I’m sitting on that lean, and I got two bad bitches But you can call them Siamese Niggas know my name, niggas know the name A$AP, Ant tell them what it is mane [Verse 2: A$AP Ant] I said flow like the ocean, sour weed potent White girl actress, we fucking on Saturn Henny got me blacking Roller bands stunting, billboard fronting Free clothes for nothing Fire plate orange car glowing like a pumpkin Low behind wheel, bucket hats hell See you hundred horses, do it for the pleasure Higher than a feather, coke that I measure Put it on your tongue, it get no better Flying over dodgers, chilling with the lowers African soul, black diamonds boy Got it from the source, be by the cake I’m a boss, never take a loss [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky] Who shot them, red dot them If I spot them, Raheem Duvaughn You can call em Raheem dot them 'Cause he hit them with the beam not mean Sitting on the top, looking at the top Of the throne, better watch it Keep your hand out my pocket, your crew And you say I chew, so I bless you And I got a new flow You could call it special And I might hit you with the TEC, TEC-2 And I got a bad bitch, who I sent a text to Niggas know my name, it be rocky And I’m flacko man, so call me papi And Versace or Givenchy, I’m a fly nigga, GG watch me On Vogue and I did it in shows And I’m a fly nigga, might step out in a robe Niggas know how I come through like Hov Like B.I.G and I see y’all on that DVD I’m on MTV, 'cause I’m sucker free And you know your bad bitch she be sucking me Nigga, wassup