Sunday Night Lights lyrics

[Intro]
(A Lau on the beat)
(AR, AR, AR)

[Verse 1: A$AP ANT]
Uh, what? Cookin' the crack in the kitchen
Stashin the guns in the attic
We keep the guns in the cabinet
Run up on Infantry, sh*t can get tragic
Marble floors in the house livin' lavish
I want the money, not tryin' to go back
[?]
I'm in New York with the penthouse view
Ridin' through Soho, I swerve in the coupe
Stop at the Prada store everything new
My cup be pink, Dragon Ball Buu
She likin my style, and she lovin' my [?]
I stole yo b*tch, I don't mean to be rude
Sippin' the lean, I don't know that I snooze [?]
Sold out thе shows, closed curtains
I'm in the Bentlеy I'm swervin'
I bought my b*tch a big Birkin
Haters get shot they be lurkin
Sold out the shows, closed curtains
I'm in the Bentley I'm swervin'
I bought my b*tch a big Birkin
Haters get shot they be lurkin
[Verse 2: Baby 9eno]
Pull up a make you a purchase
Big ass Glock gon f*ck up the surface
I be fresh so clean no detergent
Leave your shoes at the door cuz my carpet is Persian
f*ck on that b*tch like a virgin
Gettin' top from the b*tch then I'm done with her service
AR I pull back the curtains
These n*ggas be hatin', they pockets be hurtin'
[?] in the attic
I'm in Las Vegas kickbacked with a baddie
Flippin' the work like a patty
I keep a dog like I'm Scooby with Shaggy
Run up a bag, I might cop me a AP
I'm paid in full like AZ
Run with the rock like I'm JAY-Z
All of these b*tches act like they want rape me

[Bridge: A$AP Ant]
Uh, what? Cookin' the crack in the kitchen
Stashin' the guns in the attic
We keep the guns in the cabinet
Run up on Infantry, sh*t can get tragic
Marble floors in the house livin' lavish
I want the money, not tryin' to go back