A$AP Ferg – Green Juice (ft. Pharrell) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

A$AP Ferg features Pharrell Williams on the “Green Juice produced by The Neptunes. Watch the video, listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

A$ap Ferg Green Juice

Rapping over haunting synths and hard-hitting drums, Ferg spits confidently about his place in hip-hop. Proclaiming himself both “the king” and “the ruler,” Ferg gets into his mafia boss bag, dropping Don Corleone references while weaving bars about Tiffany diamonds and vintage Porsches between nods to his hometown of Harlem. Singing “You can not make this sh*t up, you’re a fraud // They do not make nothing like this no more,” Pharrell delivers an enchanting hook full of flexes from the caterpillar chains to the butterfly doors. And paired with alien invasion-like, apocalyptic visuals, “Green Juice” succeeds in delivering all kinds of Halloween vibes, as well as announcing that Ferg is really back.

A$AP Ferg – Green Juice (ft. Pharrell) (prod. The Neptunes)

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Lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah
This for Harlem
Silk City
[Vado], what up?
[Nellz?], what up?
Rest in peace [Nad?]
Star Trek (Roof)

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Top down, Zonda scream, hallelujah
I’m the king, I’m the ruler
Got Pharrell up in Harlem
Chillin’ on the crate with a block of shooters
Beach chair on the block, watch the cops
Gotta keep the Glock in cooler
Flip phone shorty in the corner store
Pull a black car out the mink velour
Tiffany stones all in my jaw
Tank in the crib with fish from Jaws
I’m liftin’ off, get so high I could kiss the Lord
Don Corleone, I been a boss
In a Maybach with the ceilin’ off

[Chorus: Pharell Williams & A$AP Ferg]
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
You cannot make this shit if you’re a fraud
They do not make nothin’ like this no more
‘Cause we got the caterpillar chains and the butterfly doors
Flappin’ platinum, but still we soar (Ah)
Strappin’, strappin’, finna go to a war (Ah)
Zoom, zoom, imagine tappin’ into your core (Ah)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Shells hangin’ out the vintage Porsche
New crib like a synagogue
Chew all these rappers up for free
Never ask how much the dinner cost
Renell sip Hen’, she gettin’ sauced
And wanna make on the tennis court
You wonder why they call me lord?
You pussy-ass niggas, I invented y’all
I run the game, I set the bar
Fuckin’ shit up like a wreckin’ ball
Adidas deal with the three stripes
Sit back and watch the check evolve

[Chorus: Pharell Williams & A$AP Ferg]
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
You cannot make this shit if you’re a fraud
They do not make nothin’ like this no more
‘Cause we got the caterpillar chains and the butterfly doors
Flappin’ platinum, but still we soar (Ah)
Strappin’, strappin’, finna go to a war (Ah)
Zoom, zoom, imagine tappin’ into your core (Ah)

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Learnin’ the past and the present’s yours
Your most valuable possession, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hey)