A$AP ANT, Baby 9eno - Sunday Night Lights lyrics

(A Lau on the beat, AR, AR, AR)

Uh, what? Cookin' the crack in the kitchen
Stashin the guns in the attic
We keep the guns in the cabinet
Run up on Infantry, shit can get tragic
Marble floors in the house livin' lavish
I want the money, not tryin' to go back
I'm in New York with the penthouse view
Ridin' through Soho, I swerve in the coupe
Stop at the Prada store everything new
My cup be pink, Dragon Ball Buu
She likin my style, and she lovin' my
I stole yo bitch, I don't mean to be rude
Sippin' the lean, I don't know that I snooze
Sold out thе shows, closed curtains
I'm in the Bentlеy I'm swervin'
I bought my bitch a big Birkin
Haters get shot they be lurkin
Sold out the shows, closed curtains
I'm in the Bentley I'm swervin'
I bought my bitch a big Birkin
Haters get shot they be lurkin

Pull up a make you a purchase
Big ass Glock gon fuck up the surface
I be fresh so clean no detergent
Leave your shoes at the door
Cuz my carpet is Persian
Fuck on that bitch like a virgin
Gettin' top from the bitch then
I'm done with her service
AR I pull back the curtains
These niggas be hatin'
They pockets be hurtin' in the attic
I'm in Las Vegas kickbacked with a baddie
Flippin' the work like a patty
I keep a dog like I'm Scooby with Shaggy
Run up a bag, I might cop me a AP
I'm paid in full like AZ
Run with the rock like I'm JAY-Z
All of these bitches act like
They want rape me

Uh, what? Cookin' the crack in the kitchen
Stashin' the guns in the attic
We keep the guns in the cabinet
Run up on Infantry, shit can get tragic
Marble floors in the house livin' lavish
I want the money, not tryin' to go back