4 Loko (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine

[Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy]
It's that ASAP
Gimme that beat, no take backs
Flow so hard I state facts
These real slugs, y'all 8-track
That's fool's gold, I’m two, four
Yellow and purp, I move slow
Stacking all my cool dough
Teacher need that too, though
I'm just copping sneakers
And a couple heaters
Loaded up on ammo
Dumping all these features
f*cking with me? Nah, my man
It’s clear to see you high my man
Ain't no system, try my man
Then they wonder why, my man
Moving like we moving, rising like we rising
ASAP Worldwide, global enterprising (huh)
Don’t that sound good, corporate but I'm wild hood
Coming from a wild hood now just his style (Huh)
Ricky always with us, sip the 'zona
Flacko put me on it, now the hoes won't get up off it
That's that pimp sh*t, never on no symp' sh*t
Shorty here now, best believe that's my tense b*tch
[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
I'm a weirdo
Molly in the pocket of my pea coat
Wresting a P-bo have three hoes
Got coke so we about to speed boat
I got trees anD O's
Step brother sh*t got boats and hoes
Boats and soda, rolling up the doja
White boys grew up the Pacific Coast
I thought I told ya so, I got tons of hoes
So when I lick lick lick lick on that b*tch friend
Take the di*k out the pus*y, put it in the throat
Jiggas can’t say no to James
I done popped about 2 beans
Spillin' purple on the Moncler
Splitting swishers, blunts in the air
With my n*gga, Smoke DZA
Now these hoes wanna know a n*gga
Cause when I'm on the east, I f*ck with Ruff
On the west, my drink is gruff
f*ck my dog, f*ck my peso
Suck my di*k ho cause I say so
Now she all up on my jock
Never made love but I f*ck a lot
Taking shots of that tiger balm
Jeremy Scott, tiger on
Fixing a blunt at the blunt fitting dope
Now she talking about she wants the tiger balm
And my teeth f*cked up but n*gga I got hella hot hoes
I'm that Detroit mothaf*cker with the rudest flow
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & (Smoke DZA)]
I'm sittin' high, I'm tippin' slow
I'm gettin' high, but I'm sippin' slow
Mouth full of golds, n*gga I got hella hoes
I'm that Harlem mothaf*cka with that mellow flow
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (Uh)
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (Uh)
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (Uh)
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine
(White! Purple, we loco! Purple, we loco!
On purple, we loco! Purple, we loco!)

[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]
I’m too throwed
Two white cups, my sh*t filled
Drunk, high, pop Vic or X
Drink got me on lean like my 5th wheel
Candy painted sitting on them pokers
Make a barber disappear like hocus pocus
David Blaine, I take your picture
And never eat no di*k like fried okra
ASAP my jewelry rocking
My watch, my chain, last name’s Stallone
King of the underground like Kevin Bun
Y’all freshman n*ggas better watch the throne
Money calling, gotta watch the phone
A n*gga on his grind can’t miss sh*t
I’m bad to the bone like hoes clothes
AKA I’m a misfit
Y’all broke ass n*ggas just get rich
While I get rich my flow loco
It's so loco
I got the game in the jump, seen the show coat, del loco
Stupid bread, retarded money
As that Chevy my short bus
Smoking loud, you gotta cough it up
Another beat dead, getting chopped up
Part fidel, screwed face
I’m so H-Town like Scoob‘s tapes
Counting money, y’all flick the conch
I’ll hold a dead n*gga so two faced (yeah)
Kush garden
There’s a killa, I lean and dream
My cups double, my blunts rolled
And I'm shaking these haters like Hakeem the Dream
[Verse 4: Freeway]
That sh*t crazy I’ve been lock
Since n*ggas been living in they moms’ house
Had ye, had nicks, had dimes out
While y’all was still playing in your snow clothes
Yo new chick? My old ho
Yo new style? My old clothes
These n*ggas ain't got no clothes
Plus they be kicking it with po-po
I’m realer toward the dealer
Need that pen of Mary Urkle
Got a real line, got a trap line
Got Google voice numbers on both phones
I’m a globe trotting n*gga that hold chrome
Fireman gotta ladder that chromo
No sprite, sip the purple straight
R-A-N-A real ass n*ggas that don’t blow
Mommy give me chocha
Papi know I’m loco
I see him, and cop two
Then he throw me popas
Betty Crocker cakes I move
A lotta come in place your order
Move that king, simply cause we able to
And proper told the chopper (haha)

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & (Smoke DZA)]
I'm sittin' high, I'm tippin' slow
I'm gettin' high, but I'm sippin' slow
Mouth full of golds, n*gga I got hella hoes
I'm that Harlem mothaf*cka with that mellow flow
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (Uh)
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (Uh)
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine (Uh)
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine
(White! Purple, we loco! Purple, we loco!
On purple, we loco! Purple, we loco!)

[Verse 5: Smoke DZA]
Why? I’m a loco, n*gga straight loco
First time out I warned y'all
Now I’m bout to go postal
First let me get to the pro tools
f*cking real low n*gga, old school
This time I brought my folks through
Harlem n*ggas show love like I’m supposed to (huh?)
I got some bud in the cut
Rolling through the sink with some mud in my cup
Pour me an eighth, got me all stuffed
My n*gga low from Meridian know what’s up
One time for my N.O. n*ggas
My Texas n*ggas, some reckless n*ggas
Double cup for breakfast n*ggas
All day no, effort n*ggas
I'm gettin' high, I'm sippin' slow
And all this tour money, I'mma get some more
Aight, bring it to the hood, get a heavy flow
You know us Harlem mothaf*ckas like to hustle though
I need the bread and the butter
Might be a hit, wouldn’t it be nice if I fooled ya
One time for the third and my homeboy Scudda
Better watch yo mouth til I get this shooter
I'm a loco, loco, you shook n*gga
Keep yo head down, don’t look n*gga
Better watch out for the hook

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine