[Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy] I'm feelin' like Puff back in '98 Bad Boy here, boost the crime rate My hand good but the nine great Fuck the law, nigga, crime pays Can't tax dirty money Thank the Lord for dirty money Man, I used to be dead broke Now my bank full of dead folks Get the Benjis for my brothers Grants for the bills and the Jacksons to my mother Momma love kept me so clean And I got it with the dope fiends Now I'm tryna get my dough clean Hoes scream when they get a glimpse of the whole team In that Velour VLONE A Nutcracker at the kingdom "Work" banging on my ringtone Whole team getting dough, she ain't even know It's the year of that A$AP Niggas slept on us now it's time for that payback
[Hook 2x: A$AP Twelvyy] It's mad stress round here Got my bulletproof vest and my Tec round here I just wanna get away But I can't get away
[Verse 2: A$AP Twelvyy] It's like my back's against the wall See a nigga want it all, run the game with my dogs See they praying that I fall Another mural on the wall, front page of the Source A blood stain on the floor Another black boy lost, left slain in the Porsche Man, they killed my nigga Stack B I'm yelling, free my nigga Max B Man, they killed that boy Trayvon I got the right to carry firearms Bill of Rights, I know my shit Bunch of books and some loaded clips, tell the law, "Suck my dick" Free my nigga S-1 And Remy too, for them 2? I'm a wreck, son Light somethin', know a nigga stressed Know a nigga blessed, gotta get this shit up off my chest Fuck the rest, cause when sun is set I'mma burnin' that then kill some clowns with my loaded Tec Trigger happy, nigga nappy head peasy Motherfucker, be easy motherfucker, ha
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