Black Card – Song and Lyrics by A$AP Mob


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Black Card’ by A$AP Mob. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Mob or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Black card

Black card, black card, drive it for me like a NASCAR
Dumb ops, drop top, pull up on you let it pop out
Got all these zeroes in my bank account
I got Rocky with me, we be ballin out
I got V-lone on me when I’m poppin out
Don’t come thru talkin bout how you in my town
New whip, new chick on the 9 where they kill shit
All black its going ham gang fly they swiping shit
I just dropped a rack for these balmains
And I licked and I flew right to LA
Switching lanes with the gang do it all day
On the block where they trappin the hard way
40 shots brain pop, all up on you with like 50 Glocks
My whip 2 grips, drive by empty out a clip
Black Card, Black Car, Drive it forwards like a NASCAR
Dumb Ops, drop top, pull up on you let it pop pop

Black cops
Black swats
Black Glocks
Bad Glocks
Black thots
Ass Shots
Fat twats
Black Box
Mash Box
Pass Ops
Drag tops
Bad drops
Black Hat
Black Plaques
Flat Tops
Dread Locks
High tops
Red dots
Black Hole
Head Shots
Dot Dots
Last Stop
Last Call
Last Shots

Black card, Black card
Black boy, act hard
Black heart
Fat part

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You could tell I run the business
Broke nigga mind ya business
Man, I spend with no limits
Y’all just started what we finish

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Like American Express
Black man tryna flex
All black when I dress
(Black card say it less)