Leather Symphony - Flatbush Zombies, A$AP Twelvyy

She just want me like a wedding ring

I keep her dripping like some fucking paint

Money real, I’m smoking hella green

So much ass like Teyana Taylor

Run a trap tryna make a milli

She make it clap tryna 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

Why they hating nigga?

I be living

Why they hating nigga?

I be pimpin'

Bad bitch looking so exquisite

Took a risk, double, triple, get it

Third eye feel like it’s on fire

These niggas singing like they on the choir

Swisher blunts with Snoop Dogg

Dogg Pound, woof woof!

No sound, psh psh psh!

Wipe me down cause I’m gorgeous

Ric 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 buried

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

Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah

Why they copy?

They just fans, yeah

On my momma, I’m the man, yeah

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

Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah

Why they copy?

They just fans, yeah

On my momma, I’m the man, yeah

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, huh, alone I need privacy, huh

Shooting my prophecy, only I can see everything I can be, huh

Fuck it, I get it, I get it

I chronicle Riddick, they couldn’t forget it

Planning is hella specific

Start the beginning, a glorious death for 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

Zombie the menaces, all of my nemesis

Wrong on the premises

Brother got sentences, I’m moving sinister

Call in the defenses, Twelvyy ridiculous

Bands, grams

Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah

Why they copy?

They just fans, yeah

On my momma, I’m the man, yeah

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 (and Biggie Medina)

A$AP the cleanest (rolled 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

Live up on Lennox (Church Ave with the check)

Made no casino, got dope in the ringo, we high like the Beatles

Album gon' pop (live on Atlantic)

All over the planet, in Crooklyn we bandits and Harlem do damage

Bands, grams

Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah

Why they copy?

They just fans, yeah

On my momma, I’m the man, yeah

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

Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah

Why they copy?

They just fans, yeah

On my momma, I’m the man, yeah

Bands, grams

Count it, count it, got my hands full

All this working got my hands full

Why they hating like some damn fools?