[A$AP Rocky]
GRIM
[A$AP Rocky]
T-shirt on my head like the Taliban
Riding 'round town in the dollar van
Pretty boy, never been feminine
Pretty boy, but I'm still a gentleman
My boys hop out in the minivan
Leave a nigga shakin' and tremblin'
Stunna boy out in Timberland
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Cornrow like Jim Jones, and I got new gemstones
Cornrow like Jim Jones, and I got new gemstones
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Skinny nigga move like he big-boned
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Pebbles on my neck like Flintstone
[KayCyy]
Everything's fine by-
Everything's fine by me
Fallin', just follow my lead
When you fallin', just follow my lead
[A$AP Rocky]
Uh, uh
Back door, back door, uh, uh, he so cutthroat
Word around town got them blue notes
Gluttony, fuck with me, glucose
Poltergeist, hold this ice, step to the light
Me and these rappers, we nothin' alike
Paradise, roll the dice, in a rolodex
Just how my Rollie tick, know my time is next
All these niggas sext, all these bitches pressed
Funny how I'm countin' different checks, on these Puma jets
Kill Bill Hummer look like Puma sweats
[A$AP Rocky]
Yellin', nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real, uh-huh, uh
Nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real, uh-huh
[THOTO]
She callin' me THOTO, I can't hit her back
I hit from the side but I never relax
Fuck what he be sayin', he cap in his raps
Don't play me in Atlanta, I fuck with a mask
[A$AP Rocky]
Actin' like she want me, that's how I react
Told her I love her, she lie to me back
My number one rule is don't speak and don't chat
So come to my room, you can leave with some rack
I'm not Piru, but a P on my hat
I'm not the Woo, but the B on my back
I'm at the top, they can't see where I'm at
I'm at the top, they can't be where I'm at
Burger like King on the Whopper
Niggas ain't me, they ain't pretty like Flacko
Roll up my weed with no fronto, no problem
I pee and I sleep with revolvers and choppers
PTSD like a trauma survivor
Straight out of Harlem but bumpin' Nirvana
Played in that water, the shark and piranha
Die for Rihanna, my kids, and my momma
[A$AP Rocky]
Nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real, uh-huh, uh
Nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real, uh-huh, uh
Nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real
[A$AP Rocky]
Shoutout my boy, it's the GRIM (GRIM)
Reap what you sow, what you reap
Shoutouts my niggas on breach
All of my niggas in reach (It's the GRIM)
[Tommy Revenge]
This Mar-this Margiela (Yeah, yeah)
This made my bitch jealous (A hundred percent, yeah)
'Preme, the diamonds, the dentist (I need)
AWGE in the jeans, they embellished
Better to ride like the presi', my bitch never settle (Yeah)
I like a popstar, she wan' pop like a kettle (Yeah, uh-huh)
Tick, like, don't tock, you could tell by the bezel
I had to upgrade the bitch right to my level (Yeah)
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