[Intro: Ranks] ! Him deh yah S, and a H, and a A, B, and a A, R-A-N-K-S Always the MOB Do the job, fly the ah mercy, people
[Verse 1: Ranks] Say my a likkle louder Holla out mi mek I rip up the crowd yah Say it 3 if a me unu proud of SHABBA ! ! SHABBA ! Oh man, say it a louder out mi name mek I rip up the crowd yah Say it 3 times if a me unu of SHABBA ! SHABBA ! ! Hey, out mi name, jump to mi name out mi name, bawl out mi name Nah stop until it reach hall of Say yuh body waan Shabba de same People, out mi name, shout to mi name Call out mi name, out mi name Nah stop until it hall of fame Anytime mi sweat, mi sweat Ah me dem in need of, crowd pleaser non-believer, inna believer Come a people follow di procedure Mi no but "follow the leader" Head ago jump off a dem shoulder Chop off dem head with mi From Jamaica right back to Shabba Ranking ah true crowd
A$AP Ferg] Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Eight gold rings like I'm Ranks Four gold like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Two bad bitches like I'm Sha-Shabba One gold tooth I'm
[Verse 2: Ferg] Who that stocky with the grills? (Trap Lord so trill) I could get a new Bugatti but a nigga rather Rather sit up on the block and it 'till I get a mill What about them old bitches that wouldn't me feel? Now they want a nigga cause a nigga got a deal Rather double up and and hit a booty in brazil (I hit with the gun when get so real) Two bad bitches in my hood rats like Pikachu Hit it from the back got me like Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah like do Bringing rappers from the dead like do call them bone thugs cause they eating dude I rhyme and flipmode, speak the flu Ya Ya Ya eat ya crew Butter pecan, Puerto Rican, be freakin' and A pope get good throat, I'm skeetin' the sheets She my team, I asked her if she feelin' The Weeknd Cause a like she ?? "Hey wah yuh singing ? Imma get the bread while I'm I'm the rookie of the and you better believe it I be barkin' like at you a [?] collision Like a [?]
[Verse 3: Me another plug got a trip Young nigga had to make that money I'm choppin' with on my toilet like Master P Lil' mama, she drunk off a
Shabba my pinky finger, please You mad cause you at Mickey D's
Yo nigga, I'm like Hercules
You can take her to the movie and go watch a A$AP Ferg, front me a Lean, lean, lean, my medicine Quavo, old money, Sega
Takeoff got ten gold rings, bling, bling, For take my rings, gun go bang out on the jeweler, ching! Got 'em feelin' Martin Luther King, I had a dream! Actavis, I only sip [?] might extended my If I see the police, grab my and I dip [?] my fingers, we arenas I flip up the Hannah Montana ?? I feel like that Keyshia Ka'oir, that double AK-47's, they aim at lip [?] Givenchy, this is ridiculous!
[Verse 4: Busta Look, nigga, get it straight, you could never fuck my clique, boy Aww shit, quick, hit you with the drop jaw break, you can see the way the clock tick, tock, tick Funny all these stop, bitch boy Bust' Rhymes back up in the cockpit, toxic, always givin' niggas hot shit, boy Niggas see me 'til he's 6-6-6 Any really want Islam dick, boy So much jewelry, nigga priceless out here A lot of rappin' niggas lifeless out here Kill 'em 'til say a nigga triflin' out here And you can let 'em talk, you know who the out here Vroom, vroom, vroom! dust pussy Better get more when yu de shot buss, pussy Every time I come here, know I body fully with it while I murder little rookie And I'm bigger than your shorty though her pussy kinda on the low, Versace logo on the hoodie Airhorn blow, my nigga, bwam bwam Let it go, you already know really goodie Killin' shit like I'm kind of cancer Bag bitch, now she my private dancer I don't understand why feel like they have to ask who the god is When you know the answer Chokehold shit 'til they be callin' me Hundred million dollars, safe behind the Proper it, 'til he spread the propaganda And when I TEC talk, can we pop man up On my Sha-Shabba On my Sha-Shabba Nigga, gettin' so much It's like I robbed a bank, nigga
[Hook: Ferg]