Artist: Childish Gambino f/ DJ Drama, Royalty
Album:  STN MTN / Kauai
Song:   AssShots Remix
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: DJ Drama] + (Childish Gambino)
Is it too much to ask for lyrics? (Uhh, alright, alright, alright)
(Royalty has never done a track together)
I mean it's 2014 man, c'mon really?
(Well I thought we, would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could've learn a lot by now, yeah
(I'll go first) Watch this..
(Alright, Royalty motherfucka!) {"Dramatic nigga~!"}
{"Dramatic, Dramatic!"} Stone Mountain!

[Childish Gambino]
Give a fuck about these haters man (WOO!)
I'm the flyest that there's ever been (WOO!)
I'm always reppin' Stone Mountain
You know my show is sold out {DJ DRAMA!}
... You know my smoke is so loud
... It's still about his business
Stay up out my business, flow so vicious
When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch what this is
I walk up in the party (party) we took all the bitches
They love how I move (woo!) we might need a minute (yeah)
Goddamn, summer lookin' like Son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
Hang with models and a couple strippers (WOO!) she love my music so I nutted in her (yeah)
Damn I'm decent, Liam Neeson, I'm takin' over, you plain sober
Gassed up and you finished last, I'm cryin' nigga, that's tear gas
(WOOO~!!) Now I'm flexin'
Was that fire? Bitch you guessed it {Oh shit~!}

[Chorus: Steve G. Lover]
I bet you I can make that ass hot (yeah)
C'mon bae, drop it like a ass shot (uh-uh)
Say my sixteen will make that ass hot (hot)
Song done, drop it like a ass shot (uh-huh)
Boy stuntin' got they ass hot (hot)
Go on nigga, drop 'em like a ass shot
Jump on this beat and get they ass hot (hot)
Go on girl, drop it like a ass shot

[Steve G. Lover]
I am, the prince, two cups, always
Our team, got money, stunt hard, so don't hate
Fall off, no way, we run it, it's too late
We smoke sour, call that flowers, I just blew, a bouquet
My girl, so sweet, like Creme, brulee
But still, she that hood, like red, Kool-Aid
We on top, toupée, I got hits, like touché
I just did Rome in one day, I just flew out to Croat-ia
I'm independent man and still doin' ma-jor
Young King so flashy got me lookin' like la-zers
Atlanta housewife I can make ya like Phae-dra
So let's play, ma; I'ma play, ya
Get bands, then head to La Playa
My niggas is bias, my brother's the owner, fuck with 'em get higher
G. Lover spit fire, that flame is saliva
We're riders that got Nick Cannon's now, make 'em drop you like Mariah, wassup

[Chorus]

[Swank]
Start her off with Gin and Tonic, mine's a double (double)
Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm bettin' double (double)
Double your car note (double) double your mama rent
Ain't shit but house money, I ain't spent a cent (sheeit)
Mo', money, mo', problems, yeah that's official
I just, throw, cash, at it, that's my issue, it's hard
So I feed my boo-boo hard that moo-moo bags
If she need mo', then girl I miss you (bye!)
But ain't no lookin' back cause I know it's a salt pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with metallic fuckin' gun style (woo!)
No door handle, she high tryna figure how
While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone Wild
That's top off, nigga drop offs, slidin' dirty with yo' dame
OG sativa baby, watch ahead for that air plane
Fuck with my money and I'm at your house like the mail came
You meet the Swank lion, beast mode, untamed

[Chorus]

[F.A.M]
Big homie have you seen her? (haha)
She got the Dobrev, all white nina
Packed like Serena.. or maybe Trina
Shit I don't know, they both got ass
So, of course he came to give you all these courses
And you can't ignore 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em
Words hot, don't slur 'em, I just speak up
So please hoe, keep up; please hoe, keep up
Okay okay okay, she ain't gettin' money, no way (no way)
I met her on a Monday, but I fucked her back to Sunday (Sunday)
I told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and only Wanya
'Til she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, beitch~!