Gotham City Lyrics - Lord$ Never Worry - Asap Mob

[ASAP Ferg] 

Point em out where he at 

Chrome .9 point the mac 

Sit him down, in the trap 

Four pound for the strap 

Big guns go BRAP! 

ASAP where it's at 

Real niggas all black 

Sip lean so relax 

Point em out where he at 

Chrome .9 point the mac 

Sit him down in the trap 

Four pound for the strap 

Big guns go BRAP! 

ASAP where it's at 

Real niggas all black 

Cozy boy so relax 

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Wack bitches move kindly 

Last niggas of a dying breed 

Yeah me, myself, and Irene 

Niggas hear them sirens 

When that fo' fif' and that 9 squeeze 

China bitch sip sake 

While I chop that ass with that Tommy 

Point em out where he at 

Chrome .9 point the mac 

Sit him down, in the trap 

Four pound for the strap 

Big guns go BRAP! 

ASAP where it's at 

Real niggas all black 

Sip lean so relax 

Point em out where he at 

Chrome .9 point the mac 

Sit him down in the trap 

Four pound for the strap 

Big guns go BRAP! 

ASAP where it's at 

Real niggas all black 

Cozy boy so relax 

[ASAP Twelvyy] 

We all want that Meech money 

Gold grill make ya speak funny 

My eyes open cause the streets hungry 

A new Jack fuckin' G-money 

Niggas dead over sneak money 

Shit ain't sweet honey 

The streets love me right here is in the peach rugby 

I go hard cause the niggas thought the least of me 

I'm in the hell yeah that bitch made a beast of me 

while your bitch make a feast of me 

I'm a greedy nigga stuff in my face 

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches yeah them stuck in my ways 

Bout to turn 23 but I give zero fucks 

Niggas wanna sign me tell them niggas zero up 

Wussup? 

[ASAP Ferg] 

Point em out where he at 

Chrome .9 point the mac 

Sit him down, in the trap 

Four pound for the strap 

Big guns go BRAP! 

ASAP where it's at 

Real niggas all black 

Sip lean so relax 

Point em out where he at 

Chrome .9 point the mac 

Sit him down in the trap 

Four pound for the strap 

Big guns go BRAP! 

ASAP where it's at 

Real niggas all black 

Cozy boy so relax 

[ASAP Nast] 

It's the pistol poppin' business nigga mind ya own 

Expensive taste in guns, shorty's coppin' chrome 

I'm in love with a chopper doe 

Him 'em, get 'em, split 'em 

Turn a fuck nigga into a bowl of pasta dog 

I'm not at all 

A nigga to fuck with hammer 

biscuit down on a musket 

middle finger up to the bitch 

fuck shit? 

Run shit? 

Nothing? 

young niggas run this 

[ASAP Ferg] 

Point em out where he at 

Chrome .9 point the mac 

Sit him down, in the trap 

Four pound for the strap 

Big guns go BRAP! 

ASAP where it's at 

Real niggas all black 

Sip lean so relax 

Point em out where he at 

Chrome .9 point the mac 

Sit him down in the trap 

Four pound for the strap 

Big guns go BRAP! 

ASAP where it's at 

Real niggas all black 

Cozy boy so relax