Big Dawgs Remix Lyrics – Hanumankind | A$AP Rocky

Ah Yeah Ah..
Pulled off with a digit, they call that shit pimpin’.
Can tell it’s me in it—LV up on my Timberland.
I stuck my key in it, purred, started tremblin’,
A red beam between his eyes turned him Indian.

Lord, it’s him again—forgive me if I sin again.
When you on 10 again, it’s time to win again.
That’s a whole pack hanging in my coat check,
Better keep your hoe in check before you get your hoe checked.

Don’t step a toe up on my doorstep—this a closed set.
Better act right, you know how shit will go left.
20,000 bamboo pack, 100 rolled, riding around, 100 smokes.
Remember I was young and broke:
Holes in all our clothes like some honeycombs,
Mothballs in Mama’s drawers, crackheads by the corner store.

Baking soda by the stove, mattress on the floor,
Mice and roaches—my room ain’t have a door, but I had some dope.
Let ‘em hang themselves; I’m running outta rope.
Gotta play it safe—you better not approach.

Why my eyes Jackie Chan, lil’ bitch?
Why my diamonds Johnny Dang, lil’ bitch?
Why you plottin’? Why you hatin’, lil’ bitch?
Had to ??? I ain’t paid the lil’ bitch.

Wait a minute, get it how you live it—
10 toes in when we standing on business.
I’m a big stepper, underground methods,
Top-notch hoes get the most, not the lesser.

Straight terror, product of your errors,
Pushing culture—baby, got that product you can’t measure.
Trendsetter, the one who gets her wetter,
Swerving while I’m bumping Project Pat.

Got me swerving through the weak shit,
Hottest on the block, blocka-blocka, bring the heat, bitch.
Don’t know how to stop—we got Flacko on the remix.
Watch how they gon’ talk; watch how haters looking squeamish.

Watch how panties drop; watch who your woman tryna leave with.
But I’m just trying to leave with my dignity.
So much going on in this industry,
So much that they want, so much that they all pretend to be.

They f***ing with the energy—focus on your inner G-O-D.
Lord.
Good Lord.

I feel like Afeni Shakur.
They love the Tupacs in the air.
They let up two shots in the air.
They let up two shots in the (bow) (bow) (bow).

I feel like Afeni Shakur.
You gotta get shot for the cure.
I wasn’t out shopping, no real…
Quadruple my profit at four.

They pay me my probable share—
Ain’t sharing no profit no more.
I grossed 50 million this year—
I think they forgot it in Forbes.

I tell them to listen and learn,
I tell them to sit and observe.
They tell me the things that they want,
I tell them to wait for their turn.

She tell me that I turn her on,
I tell her she get on my nerves.
Don’t keep her around for too long—
I’ve given my heart for the work.

Hmk—he on the way, he on the move, he pulling his weight.
He pushing that weight, pushing that primo
In all that he do and all that he say.

That’s what he gon’ give, and what he gon’ take.
Everything baby I want, I want steak.
I want the belt, yeah, I want the cake—
Till my belt too tight and I need more plates.

And I need more clothes, so I need more space,
So I kick down doors and I rob your safes.
I find my source and I make my claim
As the one who rose to heights none seen before.

I studied the ways of the greats.
I’m breaking the locks on the gates.
I’m breaking her back like I said before,
I’m breaking the boundaries placed.

Not too many around that relate.
Not too many around I agree.
So tell me what’s up for debate, my dawg.
We settling things for a fee.

I feel like Afeni Shakur.
They let out two shots in the air.