Lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] GR!M [Verse 1: A$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 boys out in Timberland Uh, uh, uh, uh Cornrows like Jim Jones, and I got new gemstones Cornrows 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 [?] on my neck like Flintstone [Break: KayCyy] Fine by me, fine by me Follow my lеad, follow my lead [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Uh, uh Back door, back door, uh, uh, he so cutthroat Word around town got them bluе notes Why they not fuckin' with me, glucose Poltergeist, hold this ice, step to the light Me and these rappers, we nothin' alike Roll dice, roll the dice, then we roll the dice Just how my Rollie tick, know my time is next All these niggas [?], all these bitches pressed Funny how I'm countin' paper checks while I smoke on the jet Pew-pew, [?] look like Puma sweats [Chorus: A$AP Rocky] Yellin', nah, for real, uh, uh Nah, for real, uh-huh, uh Nah, for real, uh, uh Nah, for real, uh-huh [Verse 3: 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 [Verse 4: A$AP Rocky] Actin' like she want me, that's how I react Told her I love her, she lie to me back My number one rule is don't speak and don't chat So come to my room, you can leave with some rack I'm not Piru, but a P on my hat I'm not the Woo, but the B on my back I'm at the top, they can't see where I'm at I'm at the top, they can't be where I'm at Burger like King on the Whopper Niggas ain't me, they ain't pretty like Flacko Roll up my weed with no fronto, no problem I pee and I sleep with revolvers and choppers PTSD like a trauma survivor Straight out of Harlem but bumpin' Nirvana Played in that water, the shark and piranha Die for Rihanna, my kids, and my momma [Chorus: A$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 [Bridge: A$AP Rocky] Shoutout my boy, it's the GRIM (GRIM) Reap what you sow, what you reap Shoutouts my niggas on breach All of my niggas in reach (It's the GRIM) [Verse 5: Tommy Revenge] This Mar-this Margiela (Yeah, yeah) This made my bitch jealous (A hundred percent, yeah) 'Preme, the diamonds, the dentist (I need) AWGE in the jeans, they embellished Better to ride like the presi', my bitch never settle (Yeah) I like a popstar, she wan' pop like a kettle (Yeah, uh-huh) Tick, like, don't tock, you could tell by the bezel I had to upgrade the bitch right to my level (Yeah) [Outro: A$AP Rocky] I mean, shit, I don't know how to quite define it, but I will say, which once was ghetto is now luxury Shit, I'm obligated to shit on y'all motherfuckers every day This shit is obligatory, you heard? Snippet 2