Its been a minute since one of our favorite Harlem MC dropped a little science into our lives, but Fergs Floor Seats" EP as arrived, and fans are psyched to roll through the whole thing. The official vid for the title track dropped a couple weeks ago, and these live spins of «Ride» and «Floor Seats» he threw down in our Brooklyn studio for our Ctrl series are pure fire. Check em out and share with other A$AP fiends.
Executive Producer: Micah Bickham
Director: Kyle Goldberg
Producer: Kyle Goldberg
Producer: Maddy Schmidt
Director of Photography: Ryan Hamelin
Editor: Kevin Rose
Music
Lyrics:
I said it must be cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy til shit pop off
Lets take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, aint no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, thats just an understatement
Im early to the party but my Rari is the latest
Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
Lifes a mothafucka, aint it? These other rappers anus
So tell me what your name is, Ima tell it to my stainless
You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
Its just me, myself and I and mothafuckas that I came with
Miscellaneous, niggas wanna hate on me
Until I tell em to they face they aint no G
Low key, niggas mad cause Im smooth puffing Zig Zags
Tell em quit the riff raff bitching with your bitch ass
I said it must be cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy til shit pop off
Yes, Im the shit, tell me do it stink?
It feel good waking up to money in the bank
Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
And Im so bout it bout it, I might roll up in a tank
Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
Eyes chink, rolling up that dank, blowing on that stank
What you mean? Tell me what you drink, Im on that kissing pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
And them niggas talking shit so tell em, «Tell it to my face»
Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her suck the dick, motorboat her tits
Im the shit, niggas mad cause Im smooth puffing Zig Zags
Tell em quit the riff raff bitching with your bitch ass
I said it must be cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy til shit pop off
Lyrics
We all grinded for the floor seats
Now all of the pretty girls, they know me
Im on a jumbotron, you cant ignore me
Just look at my seats, Im sittin cozy (Thats right)
We all grinded for the floor seats (Huh)
Now all the pretty girls, they know me (Coo-coo)
Im on a jumbotron, you cant ignore me
Just look at my seats, Im sittin cozy (Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh)
Lyrics:
Get it, text message I dont know the number
Flexin on these niggas, every bone and muscle
Steady taking shots, but Im never hurting nothing
Even then you dont worry none
And Id like to give a shoutout to my niggas with the game plan
And shoutout to my niggas with escape plans
Uh, twenty bands, rain dance
We can keep the rain check or we can make plans
Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay lets rock and roll this
Time to go, lock stock and two smoking barrels
Locked and loaded, diamonds glowing, chart-climbing on em
You think Im jumping out the window how I got em open
Line around the corner, line em up to block and over
Times I even stop the smoking when its time to focus
My shades Dior, my pants velour
Create, explore, expand, conquer
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take whats mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take whats mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I sold the pack, the loose, the hard (yeah)
I listened to X, I peeped the bars (yeah)
The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs
The games, a trap, protect, your heart (yeah)
I waited in line, return, refine
The new design, its time to shine
To shine, to shine, to shine, to shine
I hustle, I flex, the world is mine
So please believe, allow the greaze
These niggas disease, dont speak we squeeze (squeeze)
I make the devil go weak the knees
You hate, youre lame, your loss
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take whats mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take whats mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
She came, I came, now whats my name?
My chain, my pants, my pants with the chain
They know its me, the hat and the shades
They heard my voice and they ran to the stage
My vans, my braids, my mans, my babe
My girls, my ex, my hoes that I left
The way I stepped, out the car, thats a flex
Give thanks, get fresh, praise the Lord then finesse, bless
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take whats mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take whats mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
Lyrics:
Her pistol go, her pistol go,
I said her pistol go,
Cause she a fashion killa, and Im a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go, her pistol go,
I said her pistol go,
Cause she a fashion killa, and Im a jiggy nigga I said
Rockin, rollin, swaggin to the max
My bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin tags
She got a lotta Prada, that Dolce