GEMSTONES ITS THE GRIM Lyrics – A$AP Rocky

Read the full GEMSTONES ITS THE GRIM lyrics by A$AP Rocky from the album Don’t Be Dumb along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Aap Rocky like MOMMY’$ and DISTURBING THE P.

Snippet from AWGE Fashion Show and CLOUT Festival Performance

[Intro: A Rocky]
GRIM

[Verse 1: A Rocky]
T-shirt on my head like the Taliban
Riding ’round town in the dollar van
Pretty boy, never been feminine
Pretty boy, but I’m still a gentleman
My boys hop out in the minivan
Leave a n!gga shaking and trembling

Stunna boy out in Timberland
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Cornrow like Jim Jones and I got new gemstones
Cornrow like Jim Jones and I got new gemstones
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Skinny n!gga move like he big-boned
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Pebbles on my neck like Flintstone

[Break: KayCyy]
Everything’s fine by-
Evеrything’s fine by me
Falling, just follow my lead
Whеn you falling, just follow my lead

[Verse 2: A Rocky]
Uh, uh
Back door, back door, uh, uh, he so cutthroat
Word around town got them blue notes
Gluttony, fu*k with me, glucose
Poltergeist, hold this ice, step to the light
Me and these rappers, we nothing alike
Paradise, roll the dice, in a rolodex
Just how my Rollie tick, know my time is next

All these n!ggas s*xt, all these b!tches pressed
Funny how I’m counting different checks, on these Puma jets
Kill Bill Hummer look like Puma sweats

[Chorus: A Rocky]
Yelling, nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real, uh-huh, uh
Nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real, uh-huh

[Verse 3: THOTO]
She calling me THOTO, I can’t hit her back
I hit from the side but I never relax
Fu*k what he be saying, he cap in his raps
Don’t play me in Atlanta, I fu*k with a mask

[Verse 4: A Rocky]
Acting like she want me, that’s how I react
Told her I love her, she lie to me back
My number one rule is don’t speak and don’t chat
So come to my room, you can leave with some rack
I’m not Piru, but a P on my hat
I’m not the Woo, but the B on my back
I’m at the top, they can’t see where I’m at
I’m at the top, they can’t be where I’m at
Burger like King on the Whopper
N!ggas ain’t me, they ain’t pretty like Flacko
Roll up my weed with no fronto, no problem
I pee and I sleep with revolvers and choppers
PTSD like a trauma survivor
Straight out of Harlem but bumping Nirvana
Played in that water, the shark and piranha
Die for Rihanna, my kids and my momma

[Chorus: A Rocky]
Nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real, uh-huh, uh
Nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real, uh-huh, uh
Nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real

[Bridge: A Rocky]
Shoutout my boy, it’s the GRIM (GRIM)
Reap what you sow, what you reap
Shoutouts my n!ggas on breach
All of my n!ggas in reach (It’s the GRIM)

[Verse 5: Tommy Revenge]
This Mar-this Margiela (Yeah, yeah)
This made my b!tch jealous (A hundred percent, yeah)
‘Preme, the diamonds, the dentist (I need)
AWGE in the jeans, they embellished
Better to ride like the presi’, my b!tch never settle, yeah
I like a popstar, she wan’ pop like a kettle (Yeah, uh-huh)
Tick, like, don’t tock, you could tell by the bezel
I had to upgrade the b!tch right to my level, yeah