A Ap Twelvyy Trips Lyrics
Trips by A$AP Twelvyy
[Hook]
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Fly to Cali for some better smoke
Fly to Paris just to get a car
Make a model bitch pick me up
Man, London like my second home
Out in Houston gettin' hella throwed
Getting checks like new ports
New ports and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
[Verse 1]
From the depths of the seas of that uptown, uptown
It's that new buck town my niggas don't fuck round
See me on TV, now they show me love now
[?] operation shutdown
Been around the world, I'm everywhere you're never there
Your style is real generic [?] Jordan's
I got every pair that matters
Y'all niggas don't matter
Got a couple visas, my passport is tatted
Used to keep the ratchet, fulla automatic
Damn, I was a havoc
Now a nigga working on a classic for the people
Yeah they need that water
I wrote this in Beijing, mane y'all niggas better boss up
[Hook]
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Fly to Cali for some better smoke
Fly to Paris just to get a car
Make a model bitch pick me up
Man, London like my second home
Out in Houston gettin' hella throwed
Getting checks like new ports
New ports and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
[Verse 2]
Dreaming of a Rolex
Waking up in Presidential suites out in France
A thousand euros in my pants
All these bitches wanna dance, got em in a trance
Baggin grams, swaggin in my d-boy stance
Get the money, snap
Wait for a hater, tell 'em [?] of my back
I see you later
I got my weight up, my cake up
My bills be face up
Your bitch be down, down
Then outta town rounds
We got the crown, now y'all niggas bow down
The new kids on the block, got this rap shit in the lock
Got this fashion shit on lock
Bad bitches by the flock
Fast bitches givin' top
Then we give 'em to the block
[Hook]
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Fly to Cali for some better smoke
Fly to Paris just to get a car
Make a model bitch pick me up
Man, London like my second home
Out in Houston gettin' hella throwed
Getting checks like new ports
New ports and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Fly to Cali for some better smoke
Fly to Paris just to get a car
Make a model bitch pick me up
Man, London like my second home
Out in Houston gettin' hella throwed
Getting checks like new ports
New ports and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
[Verse 1]
From the depths of the seas of that uptown, uptown
It's that new buck town my niggas don't fuck round
See me on TV, now they show me love now
[?] operation shutdown
Been around the world, I'm everywhere you're never there
Your style is real generic [?] Jordan's
I got every pair that matters
Y'all niggas don't matter
Got a couple visas, my passport is tatted
Used to keep the ratchet, fulla automatic
Damn, I was a havoc
Now a nigga working on a classic for the people
Yeah they need that water
I wrote this in Beijing, mane y'all niggas better boss up
[Hook]
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Fly to Cali for some better smoke
Fly to Paris just to get a car
Make a model bitch pick me up
Man, London like my second home
Out in Houston gettin' hella throwed
Getting checks like new ports
New ports and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
[Verse 2]
Dreaming of a Rolex
Waking up in Presidential suites out in France
A thousand euros in my pants
All these bitches wanna dance, got em in a trance
Baggin grams, swaggin in my d-boy stance
Get the money, snap
Wait for a hater, tell 'em [?] of my back
I see you later
I got my weight up, my cake up
My bills be face up
Your bitch be down, down
Then outta town rounds
We got the crown, now y'all niggas bow down
The new kids on the block, got this rap shit in the lock
Got this fashion shit on lock
Bad bitches by the flock
Fast bitches givin' top
Then we give 'em to the block
[Hook]
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Fly to Cali for some better smoke
Fly to Paris just to get a car
Make a model bitch pick me up
Man, London like my second home
Out in Houston gettin' hella throwed
Getting checks like new ports
New ports and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York
New York and a nigga repping New York