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The God Hour
A$AP ANT 및 A$AP Rocky
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Rollin' in my clip, it ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do
Uh (Uh), Ayy, man, this joint crank, fool (Uh)
Uh (Uh), where the sheets and funnel at, Spizz?
Where? (Where? Where?)
Rollin' in my clip, it ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do
My big bitch ass don't creep and so
I'm takin' a risk to jump out (Huh?)
Two keys in my lap just in case this pussy try me (Yeah)
Strapped, strapped, I'm trippin' 'cause I'm
Equipped with that pistol grip (Cash out)
Used to sell red, now I'm sippin' on Wock'
FedEx, I'm shippin' coke in locks
Growin' the weed, I be plantin' the crop
AMG engine, it come with no key
I'm on the beach, I got sand in my feet
Gun by my arm, I shoot when I reach
I did it first and they got it from me
Turn 'em, I did 'em, I feel like Bruce Lee
Prada my coat that I rock in the winter
Run up my bands and I'm out for September
When you do favors they never remember
Crib in my pocket, I feel like I'm RZA, uh
Come get that work
Tell that ho to flip that twerk
This my turf, it's my, it's my turn
BG hot boy, this that turf
Point blank kill, look like skrrt
Don't get murked, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dressin' like a criminal
Gentle guy, no, I ain't feminine
Long as I keep my hands sanitized
I'ma come clean, I just realized, with no analyze
Money can't fit in my pocket no more 'cause I'm sample size
Shout out Samad, shout out my guys
Slide out the back, slide out the side
Bought a new drop just to shoot out the top
Just to shoot out the top
Rollin' in my clip, it ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do
My big bitch ass don't creep and so I'm takin' a risk to jump out
Two keys in my lap just in case this pussy try me
Strapped, strapped, I'm trippin' 'cause
I'm equipped with that pistol grip (What?)
I was at Coachella, how come?
Takin' them mollys, I'm out of my body
Narcissists be bloomin', I'm smokin' Bobby
Sneakin' Chanel, white like a Nazi
Hop in the booth and rap my hobby
After my show thirty bitches in lobby
Money on Whitney, like I know Bobby
Rain on my coat and it drench on my body
My denim they bummin', they orange like a pumpkin
Stone Island exclusive, I got it from London
Nike Air Max, to the money I'm runnin'
I gotta go get it, boy, can't do no fumblin'
Come get that work
Tell that ho to flip that twerk
This my turf, it's my, it's my turn
BG hot boy, this that turf
Point blank kill, look like skrrt
Don't get murked, yeah
Yeah, don't get murked
Pistol grip, what?
Strapped, strapped, I'm trippin' '
Cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
Pistol grip, pistol grip, pistol grip