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Lyrics: A$AP ANT & A$AP Rocky - The God Hour

 


[Intro: Lil Gin]

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)

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)


[Verse 1: A$AP ANT]

Used to sip red, now I'm sippin' on Wock'

FedEx, I'm shipping gelato and locks

Cover 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

Cover my arm, shoot when I reach

I did it first and they got it from me

Count up my dеal, and I feel like Bruce Lee

Prada my coat that I rock in the wintеr

Word at my Benz and I'm up 'til September

When you get famous, they never remember

C.R.E.A.M in my pocket, I feel like I'm RZA, uh




[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]

Come get that work, tell that ho' to flip that, twerk

Nigga, this my turf (Turf) nigga, it's my turn

B.G., Hot Boy, this that Turk, homeboy kilt look like skirt

Don't get murked, heh


[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]

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)


[Bridge: Lil Gin]

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?)


[Verse 3: A$AP ANT]

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 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 Maxes, to the money I'm running

I gotta go get it but can't do no fumbling



[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]

Come get that work, tell that ho' to flip that, twerk

Nigga, this my turf (Turf) nigga, it's my turn

B.G., Hot Boy, this that Turk, homeboy kilt look like skirt

Don't get murked, heh


[Outro: A$AP ANT]

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

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