[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 Lawd ah mercy,
1: Shabba Ranks] Say my name a likkle Holla out mi mek I rip up the crowd yah Say it 3 times if a me unu of SHABBA ! ! SHABBA ! Oh man, say it a likkle Holla out mi mek I rip up the crowd yah Say it 3 times if a me unu of SHABBA ! ! SHABBA ! Hey, holla out mi name, jump to mi Call out mi name, out mi name Nah until it reach hall of fame Say yuh body waan Shabba know de People, out mi name, shout to mi name Call out mi name, bawl out mi Nah stop it reach hall of fame mi sweat, mi sweat flame Ah me dem in need of, crowd pleaser Turn non-believer, believer Come crowd a people di procedure Mi no but "follow the leader" Head ago jump off a dem shoulder off dem head with mi cleaver From right back to Geneva Shabba Ranking ah true crowd
A$AP Ferg] Sha-Shabba Ranks, Ranks gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Four chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks Eight gold like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Two bad bitches like I'm Ranks One gold like I'm
[Verse 2: Ferg] Who stocky nigga with the grills? (Trap Lord so trill) I could get a new Bugatti but a rather chill Rather sit up on the block and stack it 'till I get a What about them old bitches wouldn't give me feel? Now they want a nigga cause a nigga got a deal Rather double up and strap and hit a in brazil (I hit the gun when shit get so real) Two bad bitches in my Yellow hood like Pikachu Hit it from the back got me screaming Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah Yeezus do Bringing from the dead like Jesus do Can't them bone thugs cause they eating dude I busta rhyme and flipmode, the flu Nigga Ya Ya Ya eat ya Butter pecan, Rican, be freakin' and peekin' A hood get good throat, I'm skeetin' the sheets She feelin' my team, I asked her if she feelin' The a nigga like she ?? "Hey wah yuh singing ? Imma get the bread while I'm I'm the rookie of the year and you better it I be barkin' like at you like a [?] Like a [?]
3: Migos] Me another plug got a quick Young had to make that money backflip I'm choppin' accuracy Gold on my like Master P Lil' mama, she drunk off a
Shabba my pinky finger, please You mad cause you at Mickey D's
Yo nigga, I'm flexin' Hercules
You can take her to the and go watch a film A$AP Ferg, front me a Lean, lean, lean, that's my 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' like Martin King, I had a dream! Actavis, I sip [?] might extended my clip 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 AK-47's, they aim at your lip [?] Givenchy, this is ridiculous!
[Verse 4: Rhymes] Look, nigga, get it straight, you never fuck with my clique, boy Aww shit, quick, hit you with the kick jaw break, you can see the way the clock tick, tock, tick Funny all niggas stop, bitch boy Bust' Rhymes back up in the cockpit, spit toxic, always niggas hot shit, boy Niggas see me 'til he's 6-6-6 Any bitch really want dick, boy So much jewelry, nigga priceless out here A lot of rappin' niggas lookin' lifeless out Kill 'em 'til say a nigga triflin' out here And you can let 'em talk, you who the nicest out here Vroom, vroom, vroom! Bite dust Better get when yu heard de shot buss, pussy Every time I here, know I body niggas fully with it while I murder little rookie And I'm bigger than your though her pussy kinda bushy Fuckin' on the low, Versace on the hoodie blow, my nigga, bwam 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 niggas like they have to ask who the god is you know what's the answer Chokehold shit 'til they be callin' me Hundred dollars, safe behind the plasma Proper with it, he spread the propaganda And when I TEC talk, can we pop man up On my Ranks On my Ranks Nigga, gettin' so money like I just robbed a bank, nigga
[Hook: Ferg]