Letra de MH Cookout - A$AP Ferg

(Feat. [])

Ayy, aw yeah

Yeah, aw yeah, yeah

Uh (That nigga Darold)

I grew up at the MH cookout

Killa Cam' had that pink range, Juelz with the jewels

Hoppin' out the caddy, with the big chains

Jae Millz and Vado had it on lock, and you know your bitch came

Daddy had the silver Benz wagon when we switched lanes

Unc' was back locked in the prison, sweepin' the pan, flippin' the chickens

We was on that preview house, buildin' a vision, we was spittin'

Mama still on 43rd, I was still in Catholic school

Unc' askin' me for five dollars, this is what that crack'll do

I was young and getting shoes, boring shows, Pelle jacket

I would wear it, they would jack it way before they called us faggots

Way before "Niggas in Paris", way before the hits and chalice

Way before the Hit-Boy beats, way before A-S-A-P

Way before I met Rocky around the time I caught my first body

R.I.P. to [?], fuck cancer, that shit is real

Rest in peace T.D. (That nigga Darold)

That was my first ever, I love you (That nigga Darold)

See, I'm a real nigga from the hill

In the hall of flame of the Statue of Liberty

Supermodels, they wanna chill

And them ghetto girls, they can't get rid of me

Shoutout Kwasi Casey, had no money but he still fitted me

Had me fly when I shot my video

Y-3 fit, don't want cheerio

Get invited to the white party and the Super Bowl with Mike Rubin

Floor seats, talkin' to LeBron, diamond buss 'cause the lights stupid

Actresses in and out of my bed, I'm a alien but I'm type human

Cartier look like [?], but the people think it's a nice Cuban

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (That nigga Darold)

Hit-Boy, what up?

'Cause he had the motherfuckin' studio in his crib

A$AP niggas was fightin' and shit, knockin' down the pictures and shit

Hehe, we go back

Every time I walk in this niggas studio, I walk out with a hit

Whether it's me and Big Sean

Whether it's me and Nas

This what the fuck we do man

That nigga Darold

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