[Intro: Imogen Heap & A$AP Rocky]
Do just what I tell you (Uh)
Don't come in any closer (Uh)
And no one will get hurt
'Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two (Uh)
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Out— Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André (Uh)
Beef is on my entrée (Yeah), gin and juice, that's Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way (Uh)
Pussy on a Sunday (Yeah), business on a Monday (Yeah)
My new crib came with feng shui and my closet's like a runway (Uh)
Come be my fiancée, she fucked me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe (Yeah)
Dinner date for 1K (Bitch), shopping date for 2K (Bitch)
Bougie-ass bitch made me wait to fuck for two days (Yeah)
Finally got it today (Uh), swear to God my mood changed (Uh)
Top off like toupees, drive off, touché (Bitch, uh)
Yeah— Yeah, my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy (Yeah)
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy (Uh)
Bounce, boy, Flacko tell 'em holler at a nigga, G (Yeah)
Ridin' on my enemies (Yeah), this my ghetto symphony (Uh, uh, yeah), 'ny
Uh (Uh), uh (Yeah)
Uh (Uh, yeah)
Do just what I tell you (Uh)
Don't come in any closer (Uh)
And no one will get hurt
'Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two (Uh)
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Out— Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André (Uh)
Beef is on my entrée (Yeah), gin and juice, that's Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way (Uh)
Pussy on a Sunday (Yeah), business on a Monday (Yeah)
My new crib came with feng shui and my closet's like a runway (Uh)
Come be my fiancée, she fucked me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe (Yeah)
Dinner date for 1K (Bitch), shopping date for 2K (Bitch)
Bougie-ass bitch made me wait to fuck for two days (Yeah)
Finally got it today (Uh), swear to God my mood changed (Uh)
Top off like toupees, drive off, touché (Bitch, uh)
Yeah— Yeah, my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy (Yeah)
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy (Uh)
Bounce, boy, Flacko tell 'em holler at a nigga, G (Yeah)
Ridin' on my enemies (Yeah), this my ghetto symphony (Uh, uh, yeah), 'ny
Uh (Uh), uh (Yeah)
Uh (Uh, yeah)
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