Assshots (remix) Lyrics - Childish Gambino

[Intro: DJ Drama (Childish Gambino)] 

Is it too much to ask for lyrics? 

(Alright, alright) 

(Royalty has never done a track together) 

I mean it's 2014 man, c'mon really 

(Well I thought we would get everybody on the same track) 

You niggas could learn a lot by now 

(I'll go first) 

Stone Mountain 

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[Verse 1: Childish Gambino] 

Give a fuck about these haters man 

I'm the flyest that there's ever been 

I'm always reppin' Stone Mountain 

You know my show is sold out 

You know my smoke is so loud 

It's still about his business 

Stay up out my business 

Flow so vicious 

When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch what this is 

I walk up in the party, we took all the bitches 

They love how I move, we might need a minute 

God damn, Summer looking like son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas 

Hang with models and a couple strippers 

She love my music so I nutted in her 

Damn I'm decent, Liam Neeson 

I'm takin' over, you plain sober 

Gassed up and you finished last 

I'm crying nigga, that's tear gas 

Woooh, now I'm flexing 

Was that fire? Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!) 

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[Hook: Steve G Lover] 

I bet you I can make that ass hot 

C'mon bae, drop it like a ass shot 

Say my sixteen will make that ass hot 

Song done, drop it like a ass shot 

Boy stuntin' got they ass hot 

Go on nigga, drop 'em like a ass shot 

Jump on this beat and get they ass hot 

Go on girl, drop it like a ass shot 

[Verse 2: Steve] 

I am, the prince, two cups, always 

Our team, got money, stunt hard, so don't hate 

Fall off, no way, we run it, it's too late 

We smoke sour, call that flowers 

I just blew, a bouquet 

My girl, so sweet, like Crème brûlée 

But still, she that hood, like red Kool-Aid 

We on top, toupée, I got hits, like touché 

I just did Rome in one day 

I just flew out to Croat-ia 

I'm independent man and still doin' major 

Young King so flashy got me lookin' like lazers 

Atlanta housewife I can make ya like Phaedra 

So let's play my, I'mma play ya 

Get bands, then head to la playa 

My niggas is bias 

My brothers the owner, fuck with 'em get higher 

G-lover spit fire, that flame is saliva 

We're riders that got Nick Cannon's now 

Make 'em drop you like Mariah, wassup 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Swank] 

Start her off with gin and tonic, mine's a double 

Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm bettin' double 

Double your car note, double your mama rent 

Ain't shit but house money, I ain't spent a cent 

Mo' money mo' problems, yeah that's official 

I just throw cash at it, that's my issue, it's hard 

So I feed my boo boo hard that moo moo bags 

If she need mo', then girl I miss you, bye 

But ain't no lookin' back 

Cause I know it's a salt pile (you salty?) 

I'm goin' Chevy with metallic fuckin' gun style 

No door handle, she high tryna figure how 

While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone Wild 

That's top off, nigga drop offs 

Slidin' dirty with yo' dame 

OG sativa baby, watch ahead for that air plane 

Fuck with my money, and I'm at your house like the mail came 

You meet the Swank lion, beast mode, untamed 

[Hook] 

[Verse 4: Fam] 

Big homie have you seen her 

She got the dope breath, all white nina 

Packed like Serena, maybe Trina 

Shit I don't know, they both got ass 

So of course he came to give you all these courses 

And you can't ignore 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em 

Words hot, don't slur 'em 

I just speak up, so please ho, keep up 

Please ho, keep up 

Ok, ok, ok, she ain't getting money, no way 

I met her on a Monday, but I fucked her back to Sunday 

I told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and only one Ye 

Till she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch