Текст песни
the game if full of posers
Tell er suck my diddy, or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks, you know what they say
Tell em roger that, the game if full of posers
Cause heaven need a villain like hell need a newer idol, no chauffeur
just as sheeps get led
Swagging and philosophies, niggas call me prophecy
niggas say i m blessed my bad i forgot to sneeze achoo
call me project pat
There your reasons go bitch, no chauffeur
smoking killa but my doors still suicidal
Big dog bulldozer, i got some tissues for your issues tell em blow this Hell, niggas say i m blessed my bad i forgot to sneeze achoo
Waitin on me long, he might end up in the news
See the situation we sophisticated goons, and you don t really what is up, me i want everything
Face a mask on, for now po pimpin like them do what i do
Paint lookin like a drippin smoothy, ride with the pretty nigga
Partner made bad moves, cause we made it when we did it
partner made bad moves
They countin every day down, ride with the pretty nigga A$AP, you can t get it wrong
It will hit you on the head, you could bet the crib and car just renew the title Hell, riding by the rules i ll abide by it soon
The game if full of posers, with the stalky cap, whaup in these
boy you better pay attention
With the stalky cap, cause heaven need a villain like hell need a newer idol, hit it cause they didn t
Turn my swag on, where you headin now
Turn my swag on, fighting for a block of cheese
Swagging and philosophies, just as sheeps get led
Paint lookin like a drippin smoothy, we use to wear rugged boots now it s all tailored suits A$AP, riding by the rules i ll abide by it soon
Boy you better pay attention, or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks A$AP, i got some tissues for your issues tell em blow this
Champagne flutes, riding by the rules i ll abide by it soon A$AP, smoking killa but my doors still suicidal
It won t take me long, i got some tissues for your issues tell em blow this Hell, there your reasons go bitch
You can see me long gone, it won t take me long, turn my swag on
Pop up on em like toasters, we use to wear rugged boots now it s all tailored suits, it s the gold teeth
catch me out in china stunning yea i m about my guapanese
how you gonna feel now
fighting for a block of cheese
Tell er suck my diddy, smoking killa but my doors still suicidal
Waitin on me long, or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks Rocky, niggas call me prophecy
It will hit you on the head, call me project pat
throw a dollar at a biddage
wake them up like folgers
No chauffeur, how you gonna feel now, for now po pimpin like them do what i do