URRRGE!!!!!!!!!! (feat. A$AP Rocky)
Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt
Got me doing some stupid sh-, monkey b- make me click
(Wanna f- them kids, wanna f- the world, wanna f- them all, uh)
Yeah
F- them kids
Ain't got nice words for none of them kids
What you heard ain't what I said
You got snakes all in your camp
Yeah (don't, don't)
Don't make me untie my durag (don't, don't)
Don't make me send your a- to the gulag (don't, don't)
Don't make me open up my new bag (new bag)
Don't make me eat it up like food stamps (food stamps)
You ain't mad at me, that's hormones, b-
Takin' beans out the bag like cornhole, b-
Mask on face like Zorro
F- on dude lookin' like Antonio, b-
Never sign nothin', who sold you those, b-?
Let me build my portfolio, b-
Gotta fight the urge
Fight the urge to talk my sh-
Fight the urge to f- your b-
Fight the urge to keep gettin' rich
Fight the-
Fight, fight, fight the urge
Gotta fight the urge to keep gettin' rich, ah
Cross that line, it's a flat-line
And you out of time like a deadline
Somebody gon' bleed red wine
If a n- step on my landmine
Hope my guys don't face (fed time)
A renaissance god, I'm like Greg Hines
Speak my mind, it's another headline
His blood look orange, call him Dev Hynes (woo)
I don't wear ESSENTIALS 'cause I'm quintessential
Influential on the instrumental
I'm intricate, the flow sentimental
I'm unconventional, the GRIM is mental
Yeah, I look like Thugnificent
Will someone tell the judge I'm innocent?
I peep how they tried to cancel him
Then resubscribe for the membership
Fight the urge, make them bite the curb
Might just strike a nerve
Not the type to wife a bird
I just might just buy a spur
So I can write your curse
Pop a nerve, I heard you like to swerve
Hahaha (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
Gotta fight the urge
Fight the urge to talk my sh-
Fight the urge to f- your b-
Fight the urge to keep gettin' rich
Fight the-
Fight, fight, fight the urge
Gotta fight the urge to keep gettin' rich, ah
Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt
Got me doing some stupid sh-, monkey b- make me click
Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt
Got me doing some stupid sh-, monkey b- make me click
Got me doing some stupid sh-, monkey b- make me click
(Wanna f- them kids, wanna f- the world, wanna f- them all, uh)
Yeah
F- them kids
Ain't got nice words for none of them kids
What you heard ain't what I said
You got snakes all in your camp
Yeah (don't, don't)
Don't make me untie my durag (don't, don't)
Don't make me send your a- to the gulag (don't, don't)
Don't make me open up my new bag (new bag)
Don't make me eat it up like food stamps (food stamps)
You ain't mad at me, that's hormones, b-
Takin' beans out the bag like cornhole, b-
Mask on face like Zorro
F- on dude lookin' like Antonio, b-
Never sign nothin', who sold you those, b-?
Let me build my portfolio, b-
Gotta fight the urge
Fight the urge to talk my sh-
Fight the urge to f- your b-
Fight the urge to keep gettin' rich
Fight the-
Fight, fight, fight the urge
Gotta fight the urge to keep gettin' rich, ah
Cross that line, it's a flat-line
And you out of time like a deadline
Somebody gon' bleed red wine
If a n- step on my landmine
Hope my guys don't face (fed time)
A renaissance god, I'm like Greg Hines
Speak my mind, it's another headline
His blood look orange, call him Dev Hynes (woo)
I don't wear ESSENTIALS 'cause I'm quintessential
Influential on the instrumental
I'm intricate, the flow sentimental
I'm unconventional, the GRIM is mental
Yeah, I look like Thugnificent
Will someone tell the judge I'm innocent?
I peep how they tried to cancel him
Then resubscribe for the membership
Fight the urge, make them bite the curb
Might just strike a nerve
Not the type to wife a bird
I just might just buy a spur
So I can write your curse
Pop a nerve, I heard you like to swerve
Hahaha (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
Gotta fight the urge
Fight the urge to talk my sh-
Fight the urge to f- your b-
Fight the urge to keep gettin' rich
Fight the-
Fight, fight, fight the urge
Gotta fight the urge to keep gettin' rich, ah
Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt
Got me doing some stupid sh-, monkey b- make me click
Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt
Got me doing some stupid sh-, monkey b- make me click
Credits
Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Derrick Hill, Tyler Nicholas Jones, Michael Daniel Holmes, Kelvin Jacob Nii-aryee Magnusen, Kory Adams
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