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

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & J]
Mama me pop was on me
shorty (shut the fuck up!)
Get-get guap before when I was fourteen
Glock was forty
your jaw for plottin' on me
Hot bologna with problems copper hoppin' on me
Cheese from government-ment (what mean?)
Prada on me, choppers on me, crock on kicks-kicks (word)
God was for me, was on me
Blew up ever since (okay okay)
up ever since then
Screwed up since then
Two ever since then
(Kill 'em Flacko)
Nah big
Took my time but now big homie, homies line big homie
Money pocket homie (money outta pocket)
All these pockets homie
Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, I crept up in the crib
Found a cig, what I did, 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 bread
Man I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I
I-

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

[Interlude: Delgado]
Rocky,
Hold on, one bro
Ha, Rocky, Hector bro
Rocky is Hector bro
We gotta on, one second bro
There's an issue goin' on back

[Verse 2: A$AP
Rambo was a and mama was a christian
My papa turned to when he spent some time in prison
(no cappin')
No Jehova's witnesses but I'm kinda different
They don't leave no witnesses so folks just they business
These days I just all the good from all religion
So plead the amendment or you're 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 from Target but Walmart
it's a-ok
Fuck them no KY with this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of mind of every
Say grace you better pray

[Verse 4: Rocky & Juicy J]
Guns with the butter, for my brother
Came the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks
Raise a box cutter, undercover
Paint in the hummer, skate wit' mother

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

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