ASAP Ferg teams up with Busta Rhymes, Migos, and dancehall singer Shabba Ranks for a remix to the Trap Lord standout Shabba.
Shabba (Remix) Lyrics by A$AP Ferg ft. Shabba Ranks, Busta Rhymes & Migos
SHABBA !
Him deh yah
S, and a H, and a A, double B, and a A, R-A-N-K-S
Always the best
A$AP MOB
Do the job, fly the flag
Lawd ah mercy, people
Say my name a likkle louder
Holla out mi name mek I rip up the crowd yah
Say it 3 times if a me unu proud of
SHABBA ! SHABBA ! SHABBA !
Oh man, say it a likkle louder
Holla out mi name mek I rip up the crowd yah
Say it 3 times if a me unu prouf of
SHABBA ! SHABBA ! SHABBA !
Hey, holla out mi name, jump to mi name
Call out mi name, bawl out mi name
Nah stop until it reach hall of fame
Say yuh body waan Shabba know de same
People, holla out mi name, shout to mi name
Call out mi name, bawl out mi name
Nah stop until it reach hall of fame
Anytime mi sweat, mi sweat flame
Ah me dem in need of, true crowd pleaser
Turn non-believer, inna believer
Come crowd a people follow di procedure
Mi no Rakim but "follow the leader"
Head ago jump off a fool dem shoulder
Chop off dem head with mi cleaver
From Jamaica right back to Geneva
Shabba Ranking ah true crowd pleaser
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks
Four gold chains like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I’m --
Who that stocky nigga with the grills?
(Trap Lord you're so trill)
I could get a new Bugatti but a nigga rather chill
Rather sit up on the block and stack it 'till I get a mill
What about them old bitches that wouldn't give me feel?
Now they want a nigga gushy cause a nigga got a deal
Rather double up and strap and hit a booty in brazil
(I hit with the gun when shit get so real)
Two bad bitches in my vehicle
Yellow hood rats like Pikachu
Hit it from the back got me screaming like
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah like Yeezus do
Bringing rappers from the dead like Jesus do
Can't call them bone thugs cause they eating dude
I bust-a-rhyme and flip-mode, speak the flu
Nigga Ya Ya Ya eat ya crew
Butter pecan, Puerto Rican, be freakin' and peekin'
A hood pope get good throat, I'm skeetin' the sheets
She feelin' my team, I asked her if she feelin' The Weeknd
Cause a nigga like she ?? "Hey wah yuh singing ?
Imma get the bread while I'm breathin'
I'm the rookie of the year and you better believe it
I be barkin' like at you like a [?] collision
Like a pedigree [?]
Meetin' up the plug at a QuikTrip
Young nigga had to make that money back flip
I'm trappin' with accuracy
Gold on my toilet like Master P
Lil' mama, she drunk off a daiquiri
Shabba Ranks my pinky finger, please
You mad cause you workin' at Mickey D's
Young nigga, I'm flexin' like Hercules
You can take her to the movie and go watch a film
A$AP Ferg, front me a pelican
Lean, lean, lean, that's my medicine
Quavo, old money, Sega Genesis
Takeoff got ten gold rings, bling, bling, bling
For tryna take my rings, gun go bang
Cashed out on the jeweler, ching !
Got 'em feelin' like Martin Luther King, I had a dream !
Actavis, I only sip [?] might extended my clip
If I see the police, grab my [?] and I dip
[?] my fingers, we fillin' arenas I flip up the Hannah Montana in real
I feel like that Keyshia Ka'oir, that double AK-47's, they aim at your lip
[?] victim of this shit, it's ridiculous
SHABBA !
Look, nigga, get it straight, you could never fuck with my clique, boy
Aww shit, quick, hit you with the drop kick jaw
Bone break, you can see the way the clock tick, tock, tick
Funny all these niggas stop, bitch boy
Bust' Rhymes back up in the cockpit, spit toxic, always givin' niggas hot shit, boy
Niggas see me shinin' 'til he's 6-6-6
Any bitch really want Islam dick, boy
So much jewelry, nigga lookin' priceless out here
A lot of rappin' niggas lookin' lifeless out here
Kill 'em 'til they say a nigga triflin' out here
And you can let 'em talk, you know who the nicest out here
Vroom, vroom, vroom! Bite dust pussy
Better get more when yu heard de shot buss, pussy
Every time I come here, know I body niggas fully
Godfather with it while I murder little rookie
And I'm bigger than your shorty though her pussy kinda bushy
Fuckin' on the low, Versace logo on the hoodie
Airhorn blow, my nigga, bwam bwam bwam
Let it go, you already know what's really goodie
Killin' shit like I'm some kind of cancer
Bag your bitch, now she my private dancer
I don't understand why niggas feel like they have to ask who the god is
When you know what's the answer
Chokehold shit 'til they be callin' me strangler
Hundred million dollars, safe behind the plasma
Proper with it, 'til he spread the propaganda
And when I TEC talk, can we pop your man up
On my Sha-Shabba Ranks
On my Sha-Shabba Ranks
Nigga, gettin' so much money
It's like I just robbed a bank, nigga
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks
Four gold chains like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks
Two bad bitches like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks
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