Alba s touto skladbou:
LONG.LIVE.A$AP,
Wake up feeling blessed up, pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it, I'll expose it if I dress up
Riding in that Testa...rossa, nigga catch up
Sipping on that syrup 'til I'm messed up like yes sir
So now I'm getting change, people looking at me strange
Like nigga switching lanes, never changed, still the same
We fuck bitches, get paper, you fuck niggas on papers
We walk around with lasers, you prolly own some tasers
Lame niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us
Got different hoes, I'm pimping hoes, you could tell by my paystubs
My niggas getting right, smoking weed with dirty Sprite
Going wild for the night, fuck being polite
Finna wild out for the weekend, me, myself, and I – my three friends
Nigga feeling froggy, then leap in, A$AP niggas finna sneak in
Middle finger to the critics, me and my nigga Skrillex
You know we finna kill it, A$AP we the trillest
You don't really want that Glock boy, you don't really wanna feel them shots boy
You a B boy, I'm a block boy, I'm a D boy, I'm a hot boy
Six shots got me feeling like Pac, boy, party all night, shit don't stop, boy
Drunk as fuck and I'm ready to fight, wilding for the night, fuck being polite, boy
Wild for the night, fuck being polite
We going...
It's the weekend and I'm creeping with my niggas
Drunk and disrespectful, calling women bitches
I don't mean no harm but won't you and your friends
Meet us in the cut and we can do the business
God my witness that I only wanna kick it
And your girl just said they with us, so we rolling in them Benzes
Won't you po' it up and stop the babysitting?
She got drunk as fuck and swallowed all my kids
Back to the Mac, tats on her back, ass so fat, hit that from the back
When it clap from the back, she clapping it back
She flat on her back and it's back to the trap
Fuck yo pack, A$AP where it's at, fuck nigga act, get clap lay flat
Fuck yo dreams, even fuck niggas dream
Then you sleep, and you won't come back from the nap
Benjamin 3 Stack, it’s a fact, she lives in my lap
On my Outkast, daddy fat, bitches on my sack
And you know them soaking bitches rolling reefer got me open
Wilding to the morning with my homies, tell 'em where we going