A$AP Rocky — Tim Westwood Freestyle

[Intro] Uh, look, uh [Verse 1] We use to wear rugged boots now it's all tailored suits Audemars piguets for my criminal recruits Champagne flutes, bumpin' rhythm, and the blues Partner made bad moves, he might end up in the news Or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks Riding by the rules I'll abide by it soon See the situation we sophisticated goons Know you live by the gun then you die by it too Niggas call me prophesy, swagging and philosophies White on white wagon call that motherfucker Socrates Rat ass nigga, fighting for a block of cheese Catch me out in China stunning yea I'm about my guapanese Shoe game serious so serious, bop her knees Niggas say I'm blessed, my bad I forgot to sneeze There your reasons though Bitch, I got some tissues for your issues tell 'em blow this [Verse 2] She just started to pop it for [?] in the back and tell me baby I'm trill, yeah I started to smack it and enjoy it and I'm lovin' the way that it feel, yeah Chilling it with Westwood And you know she like to get me cause I sex good After that, we go in London town and shut it down All my UGK the kings of the underground Rollie and parolees, and parolees wanna stroll me Woly woly holy, woah camoly bitches blow me Niggas do all my dirt by my lonely, and you tony You phony Toni baloney, I'm pimpin' macaroni I swear, Sony, play 'em like a Playstation Niggas think they taint hatin', I don't give a fuck I stay makin' Don't let that tec, hit you in yo neck, came for that respect Gimme the check, with some set bitches, all dank on that debt And they sipping and they drinking on that motherfuckin' nectar Swear I get these bitches with the heckler And I'm chilling with my nigga Westa Tim Westwood from the Westwoods And I come through in your neck woods In your neck of the woods, in the neck of the hood, in naked goods And they givin' me goods on my wood