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(Verse) I spit off or you jizz off I don't ever cock off and cuz he got pistols that pop off It feel Glock off, I'll pop your top off Your bock, blocks off I can shake em like I'm hot sauce Fast cars leave the cops lost I'm about to drop a drop pause Cop cop drop drop it off Got the mobster, see me proper, halle-lujah Shoot it with the rugga School you to the game you lame I put jewels in my name cuz Rocky bling Now the whole game, now the whole industry wanna wear gold My gold is 10 years old Punishing they soul to the devil Just to see Illuminati get up on my level F that rumour, leave you with a tumour You don't really want it cuz I'm heavy like a sumo I meant to say you sumar but I'm shittin like the sewer But I put that fuckin rule into you motherfuckin medulla oblongata cuz I'm hotter In the Scada or the Prada Give me a better beat that's harder That I could ride it like JR Rider Our father, why bother? Next rack please partner Songtexte (Interlude) I need a better beat, come on bruh, come on bruh I was just wamin up You know I got the freestyle to get it Get the flow right back Throw that Shawty Lo back or that Remmy Martin beat you had Yea man Oh snap That's perfect (Verse) I'm mobbing cuz I'm down for my killas A$ap Mob and you know we keep it trilla Might be Jack and Tilla, 10 gold chainz with er Zipped jacket on, know about my name A$ap be the game, didn't a thing change Better stay up in yo lane when you mention up my name But you know I do it see me on the uh Never seen the cover bleeding motherfucker And you know I might do a walk for your favourite designer See me with Rihanna on the Diamond Tour this fall I meant to say spring, nah me A$ap and I'm in the UK And you know today is a new day And I'm happy to be here, see me on your show Long Live A$ap I did it on myself For the wealth, no help, yea we out (Outro) A$ap Mob man Man shout out for yall man Yalready know how we doin man Aus Songtexte Mania