Bastermating - Asher Roth, King Chip, A$AP Twelvyy

Quit trying to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar

I spark life with the pen

Too advance for ya’ll

My raps are, my raps are unbelievable

I think it’s time I play the lotto

I’m feeling lucky sucker, oh well fuck it is my motto

Gotta bring the ruckus smoking nuggets, sip moscato

With roscoe dash while I play his record on serato

Vado’s, prolly my favorite rapper since bob dole

Odd flow so I drive slow with my eyes closed

Stop stroll?

nah yo I’d rather eat hot crow

Closed throat, gross bro, don’t forget to swallow

Hollow, that’s what they try to tell me that my rhymes is

So I found God had to tell him what his moms did

WHAT?!

is this some fucking sick joke?

Like an anorexic chick putting on a strip show

No shit, oh bitch, go and let them nips show

Let me see a pole flip and then throw it back

back bone when I take it back home

Heard I made that ass fat, I’m a fuckin rap pro

Let’s go!

Man I came to bring the pain

Twelvey spittin' flames

Live from the 212, with my A dollar gang

AP Audamar

Running like a viking back

Instagram with the flow

All the hoes liking that, Recite it back

Run it back, Play it over (play it over)

Ace set everything, my young nigga’s taking over

Pop Rex make ya' soda

Loud it’s a roll up

Cooking up some shit Ty Dash screaming hold up

Rosay what it do?

True niggas make ya moves

Came to give ya hell, for the pleasure and the principal

Kick it by the school, trappin' in the frat house

Gorgeous Motherfucker gettin' pussy like it’s a cat house

Blow the back out, Didn’t bring the stacks out

Then she got a trean, everybody bring in the stash house

Carolina blue jays, shit is like stack house

Sippin real slow but a nigga’s on the fast route

Last year this time, I was on some low shit

Last year this time, ya’ll was on some ho shit

Body after body I’m a 12 gauge shawty

Toast to the mowi cause I know that God has got me

Huh, Man I came to play

I ain’t talking bout no games today

Man I’m tripping on the fame today

Man I aim to spray, I step back and let the flame away

I set it off.

(Yo, I think I took to many of those. Yo Ash how many was I supposed to take?

I think I’m fucked.

Heh

Walk into the most expensive strip club with my dick out

Pissed a fist full of change and knocked that bitch out

Today was my first day at work I brought yo dish out

Clip my toenails over your plate to watch you fish out

Pictures of greatness.

Now, show me wear the cake is

I’m a take it and Shove it all in the lawmakers faces

Doing what you feel can be unreal

I looked up and spit like half a meal

Pictures of my old crib hanging at my new crib

Raps and hoes, besides those I don’t do shit

Tryna do it extra cool, don’t fuck with the stress

Louie condoms, Girl come get Fucked with finase

MY school kids are pimpin, they sellin choclate bars

Me and my niggas up in this crib and we some choclate stars

You said I fell off, my money said that bitch a liar

How you sleeping on chip if your matress on fire?

Tonights the night that will change your life girl

All you gotta do is give him what he like girl

Allota head and a alotta shut the fuck up and chill

Mabey a 25 and 2 viagra pills

Let’s roll the flame up

I didn’t came up

When you steady going up they wanna hang ya

But, I ain’t worried until they read my verdict

I’m a promise I splure it because, I feel I deserve it

I get more from flippin the burgers

Move from a worker to the chairman of my own operation

You could get under, I throw a party and bitches think it’s a slumber

Some chicks that spent the night, but, I never gave them my number

I’m young hefner, a couple cuties to measure

Houndred and 12 weigh it up, it’s nothing extra

And when you murdered the pen they wanna test ya

Just don’t make me black yo eyes like a professer

Don’t you know I’m wanna them guys?

go check the records

Have me getting clappin like the end of a lecture

I’m good in the empire you part of it, then you lucky

They call me Yp, but in the city I’m like nucky

Ripples can’t believe it and haters feel the same

They don’t care about the grad

They juices of minute maid

I tell them all the time, «get out get paid»

You here for the lang haul or only just a phase?