Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Glorious Death , by - A$AP Twelvyy. Release date: 03.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Glorious Death |
| Blrrt, blrrt! |
| It’s a bird, it’s a plane |
| New phone, who dis? |
| New day, new bitch |
| Rang rang, there go my celly, tattoos like Makaveli |
| Acid trip, this bitch I’m with might overdose like Anna Smith |
| Crip or Blood, 50/50 love, my nigga died for this handkerchief |
| ZOMBiE gang, A$AP, I eat the beat and beat three |
| From CD to tape deck, LSD, some shroom tea |
| Two groupies and safe sex, threesome, AM |
| Amen, hallelujah, hollow clipped it, hollows through ya |
| Backwood smoking, Goyard gun holster, Gucci sofas |
| Heard you was sending shots, I was too high to notice |
| Marijuana, I’m smokin' potent, my eyes are glowin' |
| My pistol loaded, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, now you knowin' |
| Top of the buildin' and I got a feelin' |
| Sudden rush to the brain, so obnoxious the feelin' |
| Loyalty to the drugs, feelin' so high high, nigga what? |
| Rolling with the clique, middle fingers up |
| Police on my dick, never gave a fuck |
| Always living trife, bitch you down to fuck? |
| Smoking on some shit that your mama off |
| Never pretend, I gotta go get it this one is all |
| War love got me, but since all |
| Talkin' 'bout some money, we gon' get it solved |
| Talkin' 'bout some bud, we gon' smoke it all |
| LSD bitch, I’m off the wall |
| Throw your hands up if you wanna roll |
| On some new shit, baby this a new phone |
| Got some new packs in and some quick dough |
| Same nigga dead niggas, 10−4 |
| Rest in peace to my nigga nigga, Yambo |
| Live long, long live, yeah I live long |
| Lance Armstrong, live strong, yeah, did right and I did wrong |
| Okay, get high so I hit bone |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’m an activist, I cook crack with a dab of piff |
| Crystal meth on an acid trip |
| I’m a G in coke, from trees to dope |
| I feed my coast, hit my line if you need a quote |
| It’s a secret show, only speak it if you need to know |
| And you niggas, I don’t need to know |
| Beat the beat 'til the speaker broke, I’m in the streets puffin' reefer smoke |
| Try to creep, let the Eagle go |
| Man I’m down for the drillin' of course |
| Man you sugarcane niggas is soft, don’t respect your jaw |
| Man matter of fact, fuck the law |
| Double up, nigga, fuck the court, been on it like an outlaw |
| Batman vigilante goin' southpaw |
| Might head to Miami for some time off |
| Came back to the city, hit the concourse |
| Man I’m livin' like a mob boss |
| I shake the game, refrain from permanent |
| My style compares rare like fiends that serve a nick |
| My goals can touch souls, my niggas impervious |
| My team go buck wild, sip Hen and smoke spliffs |
| Don’t think I won’t trip, cherish every moment |
| A nigga won’t miss if he’s very focused |
| All black, funeral, gettin' down with a bad one |
| Used to smoke two grams now I’m smokin' mad blunts |
| Had extendo, niggas cause they basic |
| Minds need replacement, thoughtless, conscious and tasteless |
| We rebel cause the aliens comin' down |
| If you say that shit is myth my experience was wild |
| Man could run a mile while his legs are broken down |
| But Arc cook it up, tell shorty simmer down |
| It’s amazin', how you niggas really feel about it |
| When it’s top floor, ain’t no room for more when it’s crowded, muh’fucka |