[Intro]
Do just what I tell you [bad word] in any closer
And no one will get hurt
Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
Beef is on my entre, gin and juice thats Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way [bad word] on a sunday, fitness on a monday
My new crib came with feng shui
And my closet is like [bad [bad word] be fiancee, she [bad word] me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge
Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe.
Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K
Bougie [bad word] [bad word] made wait to [bad word] for two days
Finally go the two day, swear to god my mood change
Top off like toupes, drop off, touche
Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tellem holla at a [bad word] Riding on my enemies, this my Ghetto Symphony

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
Whippin whitney, My mama as a witness [bad word] Lickin' and locking up my swishas
Once she blow my whistle
She know it's dismissal
Spread the news I'm official
Now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive
Forget it, war ready, already tested
Tears and blood invested
Till my cardiacs arrested and my 40 oz is empty
Show me watcha owe me and a porterhouse with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down the lonely mile phony smile, warrants
Police on me now, still touring
And my chain it may slow me down cheer for
Pain, in it's purest form [bad word] I came to reign
From here forward, still noid
So crib got clear doors
Burning grains in my air force
And all I can see is clear ports

[Verse 3: ASAP Ferg]
Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm gonna kill em' like Big Boi
These rappers is all my entrée,
Eat em' like cookies, chips ahoy
Eat, enjoy, when I get annoyed
Know a couple niggas that I’d kill for joy
Either [bad word]  trip avoid
Prolly get found by a lil' fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a [bad word] Like codein mixed with a Roy
Smoke what make a [bad word] trip collide
What took me how fast, you could grip a 9 [bad word] look at how that hollow tip hit his spine
And the [bad [bad word] in to cry
You niggas have a sour dipped in wine
Guess that’s why the ground sip the wine
Pourin liq so I soak in different shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My soul get cold, all my niggas died
So and so, niggas live and die
Beneath choose souls you will reside
Rappers get a mil' for these freakin' lies [bad word] with this for their freakin lives
How many time your eyes and a [bad word] died?
Never!
Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better [bad word]