[Verse 1 - Sage]

Drink champagne

We chilling with pretty bitches

Sniffing pink cocaine

Thought I told you once before

Girl I ain't no lame

I blow through an ounce a week

Girl it ain't no thing

Millionaire music, girl I bank that change

Bout to get the distribution in the "Crank Dat" range

Giggle Gang since forever twistin' stank

And TITS keeps us laced

Complimentary, we do the shit you can't nigga

Why you stay tryna be somebody you ain't nigga

Waka Flocka, I go hard in the paint nigga

God behind me but I'm far from a saint nigga

Tell these niggas and these hoes

To get down and touch their toes

Lay your money on the floor

That's just how it's gonna go

If they don't then I punctuate 'em like an undersco'

And yo

Let me catch my breath dawg

Press pause

Dream Squad got these niggas checked off

If not then we go hard 'till we get soft

Charging motherfuckers like they're tryna make collect calls

Came up short

Why the fuck they tryna get tall?

I could care less dawg

Vintage shit, Les Paul

[Verse 2 - MiC Kurb]

It's only right the kid Kurb came through

I'm the newest rapper in the ASF crew

Sage came through tryna drop the new new

So I listen with the Beats

That's what real G's do

Green tea, man that's what real G's brew

Paper airplanes, that's what real G's flew

It's all real talk, all my homies like "True"

Everybody hates Chris, so I'm finna be Drew

Ain't it something?

No one matched the lyrical component

Of this rap shit, boy I own it

Tell you if you never known it

Nikes got me going

And the stressing got me zoning

And this baby shit you spitting

Prolly got a brother growing

On a super duper level

All my life I been a rebel

I be skipping boulders

Homie out there skipping pebbles

The importance of this meeting

Ain't relating to the season

When you figure out the meaning

There won't even be a reason

[Verse 3 - Sage]

I talk shit when it's appropriate

Giggle Gang associate

So every single track I make is

Considered an opiate

Niggas start talking

ASF is just the dopest kids

Never let 'em win

That's what the motherfucking notion is

Rhymes clean, I live beyond dreams

Bad bitches pop lock and dropping

MiC Kurb and Abstract on my team, so

I will not stop until I'm king

Haven't made it, but I'm famous in my mindstate

When I blow up, I'll be just like Kanye

Young niggas taking over as we know it

So next time you see a rapper's mama

Give 'em my condolences

I'll be rolling in a golden Corolla

To my performance

Ever since I dropped my album

It's just been show after show

Niggas wanna catch my fade

I tell em, "Tell me when to go"

Niggas wanna hop on tracks, I gotta

Tell em how to flow

We just sitting here laughing at 'em

Passing round the dro

Me and Rob throwing cash as that ass

Hits the floor

Is you asking for more?

How could a nigga say so?

They dope, we baking soda and pink lello

Nigga

Drink champagne, we chilling with pretty bitches sniffing Pink Cocaine

ASF Up