Kristi

Kristi - A$AP Ferg/Denzel Curry/IDK/NickNack

Written by：Denzel Curry/Darold Brown/Frank Parra/Nick Joseph/Jason Mills

Aw Lord baby she got a flip phone

Da-d**n baby I been smokin'

Been chokin' and it's so potent baby we high baby

And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg baby

You a giant baby you steppin' on these n**gas' necks

Sometimes you gotta just ease that ease that left foot off baby

And then put your right foot on the on the top of them big baby

And choke them even harder cause you's a dog

You's a you's a f**kin' champ these are puppies baby

They can't they can't f**k with you baby Lord

Racks on racks on racks yeah Dapper Dan all on my back right

Double G all on my cap yeah monogram on a Maybach smear

Testin' that p**sy like Pap smear eatin' that b**ch from the back yeah

Mumble rap all on that cat yeah Lil Pump she makin' it clap

I'm 'bout to write Yammy a letter tell 'em I'm doin' way better right

Plain Jane the song of the year yeah I'm busy just chasin' the lettuce

I'm a Calvin Klein model on billboards I did a campaign with the fellas right

Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too they got cheddar alright

Shoot videos in the PJs yeah then I go hop on a PJ yeah

They sendin' me all these free clothes right momma just put it on eBay

I run the sh*t like a relay n**gas gon' have to press replay

Yammy say hi to my daddy for me and Jam Master Jay for TJ

Godd**n n**ga

When it be raining outside n**ga you the umbrella

Cause that sh*t just bounce off you with that Gucci

God n**ga I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci baby

Cause you just all over the f**kin' world with this sh*t baby

N**gas cannot touch you

Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget

You don't wanna see a pretty scene get drastic

F**kin' with the Lords no Frodo Baggins

N**gas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat b**ch

Even though my name is Denzel no actin'

Pap-pap puttin' everything inside a casket

Track that everything is gonna be a classic

Wrap that put that b**ch inside a prophylactic

When I'm rappin' got no hard-on double tappin'

From a city built on coke and pistol-packin'

See you flaggin' and they packin' what you lackin'

Take you out and then they act like nothin' happen

Amnesia got rid of the heater

Back in the hood where they blowin' on reefer

I follow the light while you follow the leader

Now a n**ga overseas where they checkin' my Visa look

Nah baby what kinda flip phone you got

Is that a Nextel baby no a Chirp baby

This n**ga got a Boost baby what the f**k

N**ga you gotta step it up

You need to get you a trap phone

N**ga you need to get one of these f**kin' Motorolas baby

N**gas can't even track us baby

Finger roll finger roll finger roll finger roll dunk yeah

Ballin' on my enemies I ain't even tyin' up the pumps huh

Imagine when I tie 'em up yeah

I shake 'em they gon' need a crutch yeah

And I ain't talkin' groupie b**ches

When I say they got their panties in a bunch

I'm talkin' n**gas I ain't talkin' nada

They ain't talkin' figures gotta be six seven or better

Tryna get a house gotta get my bread up

Tryna stay on pace

You gon' have to step up

Cruisin' in a Wraith see if they make it get-up

Pull up to the place f**ked her when we met up

Yeah I'm gettin' buzz but I never let up

I ain't seen a doctor but I got my check up

Check up check up check up check up

I'm playin' chess you stuck on checkers

That's why your gang can never check us

They take your chain and now you neck-less

Check up check up check up check up

I got a check on my watch wait

I'm losin' track of time

Cause I don't hear tick or no tock yup