Multiply

[ASAP Rocky (Juicy J):]
Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
‘Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply,
‘Fore the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply. (Yeah!)
Fuck niggas won't multiply. (Real shit!)
Fuck niggas won't multiply. (Uh-huh.)

[Juicy J:]
Yeah, nigga! It's your boy Juicy J. Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin broke ass, you know what I'm sayin? Jealous hatin ass niggas out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'? Man, these niggas ain't no real niggas, man, know what I'm sayin? Man, these niggas be smilig in your face.

[ASAP Rocky:]
Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room,
Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin',
Doo-rag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim,
One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute.
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad,
First place I seen a nigga sell crack at,
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps,
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, bad back.
Even in my will keep it real, thuggin' in my field,
Till the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel,
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill,
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills.
I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill,
Swear, them niggas booty like Tip Drill,
Nah, I ain't really into throwin' shots,
But these mothafuckas better give me my props, word to Pac!
Who the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed?
Reason why you niggas wearin' gold?
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose?
I remember, if Pimp was alive, he'd tell these hoes and these niggas...

Even in my will keep it trill to the day I peel,
Even in my will keep it trill to the day I peel
Even in my will keep it trill to the day I peel,
Even in my will keep it trill to the day I, aight?
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply,
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply,
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply,
But if the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply!

I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga! I'm the original Margiela madman. In the words of ASAP Yams, ‘Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me? Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty. Still tell a bitch suck my dick. Swag! Swag, nigga!' Shut the fuck up!

Fuck with a nigga like me,
R.I.P. my nigga Pimp C,
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that,
Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back.
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back,
B-boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back,
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga.
If you deaf? Bring the beat back, nigga!
Fuck with a nigga like me,
R.I.P. my nigga Pimp C,
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that,
I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep that,
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at?
Fuck the FCC, tell ‘em bleep that,
We ain't no fashion killas, nigga, we fashionable killas!
Y'all got Flacko!

Three, six, suck a nigga dick, no foreplay,
All day boomin' out the trap through the hallway.
Slow up, Pretty Flacko Jodye,
Tell these fuck niggas how you been.
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then,
On the style, gettin' styled nine times out of ten.
Y'all got Flacko fucked up!

I'm the mothafuckin' Lord of this fashion shit,
Don't I deserve just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents!
#1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate.
My mothafuckin' swag is immaculate,
Plus, I got enough style just to mack your bitch.
I think back to when pockets packin' lint,
It's like a nigga got rich on accident.
Now back to Pimp,
Bitches lie, killers never lie,
Triggers on the side by side, bet, I'm down to ride,
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, call it catastro-
Phic, we don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch!

[Juicy J:]
Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin? These niggas be out here talkin bout they a street nigga and shit, man, niggas be gettin extorted like a muthafucka out here, man, you know what I'm sayin?