Leather Symphony (feat. A$AP Twelvyy)

She just want me like a wedding ring I keep her dripping like some fucking paint Money realer, smoking hella green So much ass like Teyana Taylor Run a trap trying to make a milli She make it clap trying to make a milli Don't lose yourself, remember who yourself Don't lose yourself, remember who the best Take a dab, she got hella ass I just smoke and I don't never pass All these niggas tryna be the man I get green nigga, Peter Pan While they hating nigga I be living While they hating nigga I be pimpin' Bad bitch looking so exquisite Took a risk now the trip gon' get it Third eye feel like it's on fire These niggas singing like they on the choir Swishing blunts with Snoop Dogg Dogg pound woof woof No sound psh psh psh Wipe me down cause I'm gorgeous Rick Flair with the horseman What you bout man, quit talking Bout that work, I'm like Fergie My moms didn't make it til 30 If I don't make it, don't worry Zombie gang, we ain't bury Nigga always been a helping man Don't bite the hand that makes you understand I might go loony catch you on the 'gram Flipping shipping got a hundred grams Bands, grams Call it truce and do my dance Why they copy, they just fans On my momma I'm the man Bands, grams Count it, count it, got my hands full All this working got my hands full Why they hating like some damn fools Bands, grams Call it truce and do my dance Why they copy, they just fans On my momma I'm the man Bands, grams Count it, count it, got my hands full All this working got my hands full Why they hating like some damn fools I'm a minute late, I'm a renegade Twelvyy got a gauge Let me penetrate Pussy power KKK Loaded it live, rock in my sock Patrolling the block with a Glock Stick to the code, bloody my O's Study my notes on the floor Stuck on this odyssey Alone I be prophecy Shooting my prophecy Only I can see everything I can be Fuck it I get it, I get it I chronicle Riddick they couldn't forget it Planning is hella specific the start, the beginning, a Glorious Death or the ending I can't believe I existed I'm bout to lead with a vision I brought the heat to the kitchen Y'all bout to sleep with the fishes I run with the Pistons and beatin' them kittens John B the medicine Solo my nemesis All on the premises Brother got sentences I'm moving sinister Corner the physicist, Twelvyy ridiculous Bands, grams Call it truce and do my dance Why they copy, they just fans On my momma I'm the man Bands, grams Count it, count it, got my hands full All this working got my hands full Why they hating like some damn fools Mecca like Malcolm, a Biggie Medina Exit the cleanest Roll in the Beamer On Amsterdam Feel like I'm Yams, can't see me John Cena Everything money and violence went to flatbush for a nina Lava polemics, trade up with the chicks Made no casino, got dope in the ringo We high like the Beatles Hype up on pop. lava the landing All over the planet And Crookin we bandits and Harlem do damage Bands, grams Call it truce and do my dance Why they copy, they just fans On my momma I'm the man Bands, grams Count it, count it, got my hands full All this working got my hands full Why they hating like some damn fools Bands, grams Call it truce and do my dance Why they copy, they just fans On my momma I'm the man Bands, grams Count it, count it, got my hands full All this working got my hands full Why they hating like some damn fools