A$AP Rocky

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Shut the f*ck up (Ooh)
Shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up

[Parte 1: A$AP Rocky]
Is there heaven for a pig?
Might spray paint that on my van
Hit two hundred on the bridge
Screaming, "Catch me if you can"
Mama, I'm not coming home
I've been living with the band
Ayy, f*ck sticking to the plan
I'm tryna stick it to the man

[Coro: A$AP Rocky]
What? (Woo)
I'm out of luck, rush, what?
Now I feel the rush
I'm really out of touch
Now the crowd has been so touched and the mobs don't rush
What? What?
No time
Eyes so rushed

[Parte 2]
I done f*cked up
Off this shit, I lucked up
Yeah, they f*cked up
They done got me f*cked up
Now I'm f*cked up
Off that shit that I done drunk
Man, these niggas out of luck
What?

[Parte 3: Brahim Gousse]
(Ayy-ayy) How you ask for a handouts and you aingt hit the concrete?
They say Hatians eating cats, I make sure my dogs eat
Rich, rich, rich, rich, I make sure it's under the seat
Eh, eh, eh, eh, I aingt got no time for the weak (Ayy-ayy)

[Parte 4: A$AP Rocky & Chance the Rapper]
No time, look at the Patek (No time)
Keep looking back at it (No time)
Yeah, what's up, sir? I'm really up, up
Tell Gousse, tell these niggas duck-duck
When are you and Rihanna? (Shut the f*ck up)
Like when's the new album gonna? (Shut the f*ck up)
Back the f*ck up
Watch your mouth or get packed the f*ck up

[Parte 5: Keilo Kei]
Ah, shoot 'em in a barrell (Ah, kill, kill)
Keep on waking 'til the overkill
Big old bully and a half a milli'
Get up with 'em in a half a milli'
A$AP [1:26]
Pull up, goofy, nigga, shut the f*ck up
[1:30] bucka-bucka
Show no mercy to these motherf*ckers

[Coro: A$AP Rocky]
What?
I'm out of luck, rush, what?
Now I feel the rush
I'm really out of touch
Now the crowd has been so touched and the mobs don't rush
No time, what? (No time)
Eyes so rushed

[Parte 6: A$AP Rocky]
It's like throw some shit (Ayy-ayy)
Sock a bitch, throw some shit (Ayy-ayy)
Bitch talking like she know some shit
Broke nigga always owe some shit
Always begging, tryna hold some shit
He aingt my twin, on some Olsen shit
Quit lying to hoes like he close and shit
I'm a grown man, on my wholesome shit
Talk my shit, boy, I torture this
Pretty boyish, grew up with the pimps and socialists
Always on my shit like porcelain
In the moshpit with all my ornaments
And my chaings twisted like contortionist
Order office, I went corporate
Too much insubordinates, unfortunately, it disappointing me
Be off this shit, bitch (No time)

[Outro]
[2:15] dance from (Brraow, brraow)
That could be a face lift (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
You need it, [ándale] (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
He aingt even onto that (Ayy-ayy)
That could be a face lift (Ayy-ayy)
That could be a dumb split (Ayy-ayy)
That could be a face lift (Oh)
He aingt even onto that
Shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up, bitch (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up, let me hear it (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up, bitch (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Shut the f*ck up, let me hear it (Shut the f*ck up)