A$AP ANT, A$AP Rocky - The God Hour lyrics
A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[A$AP ANT, A$AP Rocky - The God Hour lyrics]
Rollin' in my pimpin'
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do (Uh)
Ayy Manny, this joint crank fool
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' (Uh)
Where the sheets and funnels at, Spizz?
I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip
'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
(Where) 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)
Used to sip red, now I'm sippin' on Wock'
FedEx, I'm shipping gelato and locks
Covering the weed up, we plantin' the crop
AMG engine, it come with no key
I'm on the beach, I got sand on my feet
Gun by my arm, shoot when I rеach
I did it first and they got it from me
Count up my deal and I feel likе Bruce Lee
Prada my coat that I rock in the winter
Run up my bands and I'm up 'til September
When you get famous, they never remember
CREAM 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
Homeboy kilt look like skirt
Don't get murked, heh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dressed like Aquemini, gentle guy, no
I ain't femini'
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 sized
Shoutout to Max, shoutout 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 (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
Taking them mushrooms, I'm out of my body
Natural be blooming, I'm smoking biscotti
Nigga Chanel, white like a Nazi
Hop in the booth, that work be my hobby
After my show, thirty bitches in lobby
Money on Whitney, look at them Bobby
Marino on my clothing, it drench down 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 running
I gotta go get it but can't do no fumbling
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
Homeboy kilt look like skirt
Don't get murked, heh yeah, I get money
I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip
'cause I'm equipped with
That pistol grip, pistol grip, pistol grip
Pistol grip
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do (Uh)
Ayy Manny, this joint crank fool
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' (Uh)
Where the sheets and funnels at, Spizz?
I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip
'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
(Where) 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)
Used to sip red, now I'm sippin' on Wock'
FedEx, I'm shipping gelato and locks
Covering the weed up, we plantin' the crop
AMG engine, it come with no key
I'm on the beach, I got sand on my feet
Gun by my arm, shoot when I rеach
I did it first and they got it from me
Count up my deal and I feel likе Bruce Lee
Prada my coat that I rock in the winter
Run up my bands and I'm up 'til September
When you get famous, they never remember
CREAM 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
Homeboy kilt look like skirt
Don't get murked, heh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dressed like Aquemini, gentle guy, no
I ain't femini'
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 sized
Shoutout to Max, shoutout 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 (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
Taking them mushrooms, I'm out of my body
Natural be blooming, I'm smoking biscotti
Nigga Chanel, white like a Nazi
Hop in the booth, that work be my hobby
After my show, thirty bitches in lobby
Money on Whitney, look at them Bobby
Marino on my clothing, it drench down 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 running
I gotta go get it but can't do no fumbling
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
Homeboy kilt look like skirt
Don't get murked, heh yeah, I get money
I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip
'cause I'm equipped with
That pistol grip, pistol grip, pistol grip
Pistol grip