"Kristi" is a song by A$AP Ferg, Denzel Curry, IDK, NickNack, released in 2018 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:09 long and contains 74 lines and 688 words.
Lyrics
0:01Aw Lord baby she got a flip phone
0:06Da-d**n baby I been smokin'
0:08Been chokin' and it's so potent baby we high baby
0:13And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg baby
0:16You a giant baby you steppin' on these n**gas' necks
0:19Sometimes you gotta just ease that ease that left foot off baby
0:22And then put your right foot on the on the top of them big baby
0:25And choke them even harder cause you's a dog
0:27You's a you's a f**kin' champ these are puppies baby
0:30They can't they can't f**k with you baby Lord
0:32Racks on racks on racks yeah Dapper Dan all on my back right
0:36Double G all on my cap yeah monogram on a Maybach smear
0:40Testin' that p**sy like Pap smear eatin' that b**ch from the back yeah
0:44Mumble rap all on that cat yeah Lil Pump she makin' it clap
0:48I'm 'bout to write Yammy a letter tell 'em I'm doin' way better right
0:52Plain Jane the song of the year yeah I'm busy just chasin' the lettuce
0:56I'm a Calvin Klein model on billboards I did a campaign with the fellas right
1:00Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too they got cheddar alright
1:04Shoot videos in the PJs yeah then I go hop on a PJ yeah
1:08They sendin' me all these free clothes right momma just put it on eBay
1:12I run the sh*t like a relay n**gas gon' have to press replay
1:16Yammy say hi to my daddy for me and Jam Master Jay for TJ
1:22Godd**n n**ga
1:23When it be raining outside n**ga you the umbrella
1:26Cause that sh*t just bounce off you with that Gucci
1:28God n**ga I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci baby
1:32Cause you just all over the f**kin' world with this sh*t baby
1:34N**gas cannot touch you
1:36Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
1:37You don't wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
1:40F**kin' with the Lords no Frodo Baggins
1:42N**gas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat b**ch
1:43Even though my name is Denzel no actin'
1:45Pap-pap puttin' everything inside a casket
1:47Track that everything is gonna be a classic
1:49Wrap that put that b**ch inside a prophylactic
1:51When I'm rappin' got no hard-on double tappin'
1:53From a city built on coke and pistol-packin'
1:56See you flaggin' and they packin' what you lackin'
1:57Take you out and then they act like nothin' happen
1:59Amnesia got rid of the heater
2:01Back in the hood where they blowin' on reefer
2:04I follow the light while you follow the leader
2:05Now a n**ga overseas where they checkin' my Visa look
2:07Nah baby what kinda flip phone you got
2:10Is that a Nextel baby no a Chirp baby
2:14This n**ga got a Boost baby what the f**k
2:17N**ga you gotta step it up
2:18You need to get you a trap phone
2:19N**ga you need to get one of these f**kin' Motorolas baby
2:21N**gas can't even track us baby
2:23Finger roll finger roll finger roll finger roll dunk yeah
2:27Ballin' on my enemies I ain't even tyin' up the pumps huh
2:31Imagine when I tie 'em up yeah
2:33I shake 'em they gon' need a crutch yeah
2:35And I ain't talkin' groupie b**ches
2:36When I say they got their panties in a bunch
2:38I'm talkin' n**gas I ain't talkin' nada
2:40They ain't talkin' figures gotta be six seven or better
2:43Tryna get a house gotta get my bread up
2:46Tryna stay on pace
2:46You gon' have to step up
2:47Cruisin' in a Wraith see if they make it get-up
2:49Pull up to the place f**ked her when we met up
2:51Yeah I'm gettin' buzz but I never let up
2:53I ain't seen a doctor but I got my check up
2:55Check up check up check up check up
2:57I'm playin' chess you stuck on checkers
2:59That's why your gang can never check us
3:01They take your chain and now you neck-less
3:03Check up check up check up check up
3:05I got a check on my watch wait
3:07I'm losin' track of time
3:09Cause I don't hear tick or no tock yup
Aw Lord baby she got a flip phone Da-d**n baby I been smokin' Been chokin' and it's so potent baby we high baby And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg baby You a giant baby you steppin' on these n**gas' necks Sometimes you gotta just ease that ease that left foot off baby And then put your right foot on the on the top of them big baby And choke them even harder cause you's a dog You's a you's a f**kin' champ these are puppies baby They can't they can't f**k with you baby Lord Racks on racks on racks yeah Dapper Dan all on my back right Double G all on my cap yeah monogram on a Maybach smear Testin' that p**sy like Pap smear eatin' that b**ch from the back yeah Mumble rap all on that cat yeah Lil Pump she makin' it clap I'm 'bout to write Yammy a letter tell 'em I'm doin' way better right Plain Jane the song of the year yeah I'm busy just chasin' the lettuce I'm a Calvin Klein model on billboards I did a campaign with the fellas right Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too they got cheddar alright Shoot videos in the PJs yeah then I go hop on a PJ yeah They sendin' me all these free clothes right momma just put it on eBay I run the sh*t like a relay n**gas gon' have to press replay Yammy say hi to my daddy for me and Jam Master Jay for TJ Godd**n n**ga When it be raining outside n**ga you the umbrella Cause that sh*t just bounce off you with that Gucci God n**ga I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci baby Cause you just all over the f**kin' world with this sh*t baby N**gas cannot touch you Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget You don't wanna see a pretty scene get drastic F**kin' with the Lords no Frodo Baggins N**gas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat b**ch Even though my name is Denzel no actin' Pap-pap puttin' everything inside a casket Track that everything is gonna be a classic Wrap that put that b**ch inside a prophylactic When I'm rappin' got no hard-on double tappin' From a city built on coke and pistol-packin' See you flaggin' and they packin' what you lackin' Take you out and then they act like nothin' happen Amnesia got rid of the heater Back in the hood where they blowin' on reefer I follow the light while you follow the leader Now a n**ga overseas where they checkin' my Visa look Nah baby what kinda flip phone you got Is that a Nextel baby no a Chirp baby This n**ga got a Boost baby what the f**k N**ga you gotta step it up You need to get you a trap phone N**ga you need to get one of these f**kin' Motorolas baby N**gas can't even track us baby Finger roll finger roll finger roll finger roll dunk yeah Ballin' on my enemies I ain't even tyin' up the pumps huh Imagine when I tie 'em up yeah I shake 'em they gon' need a crutch yeah And I ain't talkin' groupie b**ches When I say they got their panties in a bunch I'm talkin' n**gas I ain't talkin' nada They ain't talkin' figures gotta be six seven or better Tryna get a house gotta get my bread up Tryna stay on pace You gon' have to step up Cruisin' in a Wraith see if they make it get-up Pull up to the place f**ked her when we met up Yeah I'm gettin' buzz but I never let up I ain't seen a doctor but I got my check up Check up check up check up check up I'm playin' chess you stuck on checkers That's why your gang can never check us They take your chain and now you neck-less Check up check up check up check up I got a check on my watch wait I'm losin' track of time Cause I don't hear tick or no tock yup
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