A$AP Rocky - Tony Tone lyrics

Uh, my mic sounds nice, check one My mic sounds nice, check two Testing, one-two, one-two, let’s go Let’s go Let’s go My mic sounds nice, check one (yeah, yeah) My mic sounds nice, check two (yeah, testing, testing, woo!) Stoned-stoned when I’m in my zoney-zone Smokin’ on the homegrown, feeling like I’m all alone Used to go to Kingdome, Rucker Park with Tony Tone (Harlem!) Listenin’ to Bone Bone, feelin’s in my bone bone I can tell it, I could give a f**k about a list, ya heard? (Ya heard?) I could give a f**k about a diss, ya heard? (Ya heard?) I could give a f**k about your clique, ya heard? (Ya heard?) Shut the f**k up ‘fore I rock your b***h, ya heard? Uh Shut the f**k up! My mama named me, my papa gave me co*k to take a piss with To f**k ya b***h with, life is different for me, for instance The type of n***as spray his kids in some chicks He wouldn’t raise his kids with, that type of twisted sick s**t Come on, man What you say, n***a? Time’s out Let’s start over with this conversation You sound super crazy right now And I got my two kids listenin’? (I’m just playing) You said what? (I said I’m just-) Uh-uh, n***a, you got me f**ed up Shut the f**k up! I could give a f**k about a list, ya heard? (Ya heard?) I could give a f**k about a diss, ya heard? (Ya heard?) I could give a f**k about your clique, ya heard? (Ya heard?) Shut the f**k up ‘fore I rock your b***h, ya heard? Shut the f**k up! People really think I’m an a**hole, I say anything (c’mon) Truthfully, I just say what I really think Like I’m too fresh, man, to me you’re under-cla**-man (too fresh) Would say, “s** my d**k” but that’s s**ual hara**ment (take that, let’s go!) F**k around and really come through in a murse on ya (come on) Who else you know design ya stage and do your merch over? (Come on) And if you lame, do your verse over (yeah) I changed the game like I’m Kurt Warner (yeah, keep going) I run the game like I’m Time Warner (yeah) This ain’t no Teen Choice Awards, slime slide on ya (keep goin’, yeah) And make your home for mama’s fried roasting Had leans and Beams, tomatoes, Mercedes Had keys and grams, just me and Yams And Stevie rest in peace Pickin’ off the last collard greens, stress up outta me Now we sellin’ out the Coliseum for the dynasty Tell them boys who got it locked and got the key You gotta see behind the scenes, we’re in the streets (A$AP) Peep my repertoire, Uptown esplanade Eleanor, Druham, Nickel goin too HAM (c’mon) AK, Jackie Rob, East 11, 99 Lenox Ave, VLONE, Eastside, Wingstone (yeah, Uptown) Stoned-stoned when I’m in my zoney-zone Smokin’ on the homegrown, feeling like I’m all alone (yeah) Used to go to Kingdome, Rucker Park with Tony Tone (c’mon, that’s right) Listenin’ to Bone Bone, feelin’s in my bone bone (yeah, yeah) I can tell it, I could give a f**k about a list, ya heard? (Take that, yeah) I could give a f**k about a diss, ya heard? (Ya heard?) I could give a f**k about your clique, ya heard? (Take that) Shut the f**k up ‘fore I rock your b***h, ya heard? Uh (take that, take that) Ayo, we don’t give a f**k about none of that s**t This is Harlem, motherf**ers (yeah, take that, take that) The f**k you think? (Uptown, n***a!) Mob, A$AP, same gang, Tone Wop Harlem