Lost and Found Freestyle 2019 Video (MV)

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay
'Kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay
'Kay, 'kay, 'kay, okay
A$AP Rocky, nigga

Pretty Flacko, nigga
A$AP shit, nigga

I just want my credit like I'm Soulja
Camo like Rambo, big Draco 'cross the shoulder
I'm fine-tuned on iTunes if you shuffle
Test the boy with suits like I came to tune your motor
Motherf*ck a mumble rapper, I'd rather be a mogul
Million dollar market deals closin' on my mobile
Keep the grass cut, got a phobia for cobra
You should low key, f*ck the world when I'm vulgar
Man, I used to listen to that nigga when I was younger
Found out he's a poser when I got a 'lil older
My bitch used to model for the Vogue, but she older

A truce and a foe, sittin' 'round watchin' poker
No buns in the oven, or babies in the stroller
Just guns in the cupboard, and some ladies comin' over
See I'm a pretty boy, manicures with the rollers
And babushkas on the head, like grandmothers and the Roman
Some women throw me bras, some women throw me roses
Might even flash a titty while she on a nigga shoulders
They goin' crazy at my shows, she passed out if I noticed her
Yeah, we in the buildin' 'til the shit is forced for closure
Yeah, we not the same, I ain't tryna play it like a lame nigga
Switch a gang, switch the beat, like the track that's playin' (that's playin')

Ayo (woo, woo)
Called you a Uber, and that's the only way I'm giving you payback (yeah)
My shit nasty like that one nigga from A$AP
Been ill since I was twelve, was Rocky but ended swell
Now, say Tyler, watch these motherf*ckers start ringing bells (ding-dong)
'Cause I spit fire, and shit cold
This shit so mean, nice rocks and I get stones
This shit so clean and bright, bold (yeah)
The gold got a grip hold
All these Lucky Charms like a thick bowl
The diamonds all appraised (nigga), yeah
Y'all go to Avianne and y'all get a lease in that bitch

My earlobes got them yellow boogers like I sneezed in that bitch (achoo)
The 808s is dry, you need to put some grease in that bitch
And let it sit, nigga
F*ck what you heard, and f*ck rap, I make a living off that 4-letter word (GOLF)
One-stop shop, nigga, just to sell them shoes
The profit margins lookin' higher than them airplane views
Y'all getting f*cked in your deals, and they share that lube
I push the cum-colored Beamer and the inside blue (skrrt)
I push an Elon too, and the 675
The long tail, like the mane that's on A$AP Lou
Whips, whips, whips, whips, Kunta started a fight
The 720 ordered and I still go ride me a bike

But don't follow in yours (naw), Vill behind me in sight (yeah)
My niggas strictly like 9s, like young Mike and his type (pew-pew)
Rip, you better zip that lip and zip up quick
And shit, he'd probably suck my dick and kiss his bitch (mwah)
It's two sides to each coin, I call heads (heads)
Been countin' so much goddamn coin, my palm red (uh)
I spend it on some books and some diamonds that shed light
And them hoes shine just like the top of a bald head, nigga

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, yeah