Artist: A$AP Mob f/ Bodega Bamz Album: Lords Never Worry Song: Told Ya Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] My bitch love, she love me Gangsta Papi, from the East And I got that coke for sale Dirt cheap, talk to me I'm thankful for my connect Sidewalk exec, OG respect Dead Prez rollie, cuban link hang on my neck Lex coupe, 99, big trouble, 45 Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em, came here to remove 'em Give me black and blue diamonds in my watch, how I bruise 'em - no kiddin' Clear blue 'em, day after pill den lose 'em, I got one I wanna pop tax for ten years straight, I'm gettin there You been afraid, I been prepared since I was ten years Oh, I'm a young God, that's word to old law Told that bitch to suck my... I thought I told her? [Chorus] Huh, huh, huh? I thought I told ya? [Verse 2: A$AP Ant] Riding real slow, getting this dough Sippin & tippin & drinkin real slow Blowing out O's, gun on my side Gun in my ride, gettin that chrome Hittin & splittin & crackin your dome Niggaz be sick, pulling they bitch Having their hoes, suck on my dick Lord Infamous shit, shout out to Three 6 Switchin my flow like I'm switchin my hoes (Pass the purp man Don't try and talk smoke) Niggaz talk crazy we taking they dough Big long.44 with the nose Left em slump in the driver seat Fuck the Benz, just a Grand Marquis Loot in the backseat, menace to society Trap in a house fuck cops can't find me Over the stove, still mixing Selling big wait, no pitchin Cookin sittin flippin' Ink for the trappin', trap for a million Aim for the sky got no time for ceiling', nigga (A$AP Ant in this mothafucka)