The God Hour
A$AP Rocky, A$Ap Ant
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Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do (uh) My beeper just a-beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two Ay man, this joint crank fool Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' (uh) I'm strapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (what) Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do My beeper just a-beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two (huh) Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' (yeah) I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (cash out) You just sit right down, sippin' on Woc (uh) Feelin' some shit that gelato the rock (yeah) Cover the weed up, we plantin' the crop (plantin' the crop) AMG engine it come with no key (AMG) I'm on the beach, I got sand on my feet (yeah) Dug out my arm, shoot when I reach (arm) I did it first, and they got it from me (uh) China my denim, and I feel like Bruce Lee (swag) Prada my coat that I rock in the winter (cash out) Word to my Benz and I'm off 'til September (cash out) When you get famous they never remember (what?) C.R.E.A.M in my pocket I feel like I'm RZA (uh) Come get that work Tell that ho' to flip that twerk Nigga, this my turf (turf) Nigga, it's my turn BG hot boy, this that Turk (this that Turk) Point boy kilt, look like skirt Don't get murked, heh (don't get murked) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dressed like a Aquemini, gentle guy, no I ain't femini (what) Long as I keep my hands sanitized (yeah) I'ma come clean I just realized, with no analyze Money can't fit in my pocket no more 'cause I'm sample size (sample size) Shoutouts to Matt, shoutout my guys Slide off to back, slide off to side (side) Brought a new drop just to shoot out the top Just to shoot out the top (uh) Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do My beeper just a-beepin' so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (what?) I was at Coachella, high off the molly (cash out) Taking the mushrooms, I'm out of my body (mushrooms) Natural be blooming, I'm smoking biscotti (yeah) Nigga Chanel, Reich like a Nazi (yeah) Hop in the booth, then work my hobby (hop in the booth) After my show, thirty bitches in lobby (after the show) Money on Whitney, look at them Bobby (what?) Marino on my clothing it drench down my body (clothes) My denim, they Balmain, they orange like a pumpkin (denim) Stone Island exclusive I got it from London (Stone Island) Nike Air Maxes to the money I'm running (Nike) I gotta go get it but can't do no fumblin' Come get that work Tell that ho' to flip that twerk Nigga, this my turf (turf) Nigga, it's my turn BG hot boy, this that Turk (this that Turk) Point boy kilt, look like skirt Don't get murked, heh (don't get murked) Yeah Don-, don-, don't get murked Cashout What? I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip 'Cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip Pistol grip, pistol grip, pistol grip
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Written by: Rakim Mayers, Adam Kirkman
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