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[Intro: Rocky]
by the tires leave a third degree
And I there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me
They gon' have to take me to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this
I feel distressed, then no stress, I built this trust
won't come murder me, Hercules

[Verse 1: A$AP & Juicy J]
Mama me pop was on me
shorty (shut the fuck up!)
Get-get gettin' guap before I was fourteen
Glock was forty
your jaw for plottin' on me
Hot bologna grits with problems copper on me
Cheese from government-ment (what mean?)
Prada on me, on me, crock on Maury kicks-kicks (word)
God was for me, was on me
up ever since then (okay okay)
Grew up ever then
up ever since then
Two cups ever then
(Kill 'em Flacko)
Nah big
Took my but now big homie, homies outta line big homie
Money pocket homie (money outta pocket)
All niggas pockets homie
Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the
a cig, what I did, what I did (oh!)
Cock it homie, now it's in my homie
I-I r-rock it homie, dare you nigga, me homie
For the love of spread, I'mma butter
Man I prolly be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?
I-

[Bridge: A$AP & Juicy J]
Uzi, FN, Ruger,
Euros, Pounds and Dollars,
Money, hoes and power,
Violence, rifle, shotguns,
"Now can't a see I ain't got no time for games
I'm on Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang
But fuck dat, one of my young take the charge
I'm loot, muthafuck lookin behind some bars"

[Interlude: Hector
Rocky,
Hold on, one bro
Ha, Rocky, Hector bro
Rocky this is bro
We gotta hold on, one bro
There's an issue on back here

2: A$AP Rocky]
Rambo was a and mama was a christian
My turned to muslim when he spent some time in prison
(no cappin')
No Jehova's witnesses but I'm from different
They don't no witnesses so folks just mind they business
These days I just all the good from all religion
So plead the fifth amendment or gonna be the victim
So get up off my YKK
The president a (fuck off)
for a JFK, all we got was KKK
AKA AK that you target not Target but from Walmart
it's a-ok
Fuck them boys no KY this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of mind of state
Say your grace you pray

[Verse 4: A$AP & Juicy J]
Guns with the butter, for my brother
Came from the gutter, cocaine in the
Raise a box cutter, play
Paint in the hummer, skate wit' mother

[Refrain: J]
"The fact of the matter she blow out the
I keep me some so I'm gettin brizzain
The fact of the matter she blow out the
I me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain
The fact of the she blow out the frizzame
I keep me powder so I'm gettin brizzain
The of the matter she blow out the frizzame
I keep me some powder so I'm brizzain"

[Outro: J]
really butter?
The gun or the
You me?
You understand what I'm
What's really
really butter?
What's really
Guns, you can get butter