a$ap ant - dog day afternoon lyrics
[verse 1]
tell them both to stop it, i’m like who your robbin’ (what)
which car should i cop, which one am i driving (what)
you know the roof gone, but the girl still topping (can’t stop)
like playboi carti said, we got the hoes flocking (slatt!)
left the lean alone, and now my money piling (pile)
i need a penthouse with the stairs, empty floors (floors)
i ain’t with that simple sh-t, no lambo doors (no)
these n-gg-s splurging out on sh-t they can’t afford (goofy)
i hop up in a booth, sparkheem hit record (record)
i use the gut feeling, when i’m unsure (sure)
carmelo anthony, three pointer (guard)
i’m shopping in georgetown like a hoya (you shop)
i’m in baltimore, that’s like everyday (yeet)
i cop property, i ain’t run away (yeet)
checking out the booth, check the front sway (check it)
got off the phone with tay dog, that was today (uh)
[chorus]
hot box, gucci socks, louis flip flops (what?)
cut the roof on the car, call it crop top (that’s sure)
little t-tties, fat b-tt, she got -ss shots (yeet)
got the gun ready to shoot, i don’t wanna box (no)
hot box, gucci socks, louis flip flops (what?)
cut the roof on the car, call it crop top (that’s sure)
little t-tties, fat b-tt, she got -ss shots (yeet)
got the gun ready to shoot, i don’t wanna box (no)
[verse 2]
got a girl in seattle, want me to come and see her (come)
i’ma do it like her mama, i’ma come and beat her (beat her)
p-ssy good, came so fast like a cheetah (ooh)
i want to leave her but real cheaper to keep her (ooh)
painting pictures, mona lisa (painter)
in a two seater, rolling in a wife beater (uh)
she’s a fundle, rolling down reefer (rolling)
hot box the car, i need a breather (breathe)
[chorus]
hot box, gucci socks, louis flip flops (what?)
cut the roof on the car, call it crop top (that’s sure)
little t-tties, fat b-tt, she got -ss shots (yeet)
got the gun ready to shoot, i don’t wanna box (no)
hot box, gucci socks, louis flip flops (what?)
cut the roof on the car, call it crop top (that’s sure)
little t-tties, fat b-tt, she got -ss shots (yeet)
got the gun ready to shoot, i don’t wanna box (no)
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