STOLE YA FLOW Lyrics – A$AP Rocky | (Don’t Be Dumb Album)

Read the full STOLE YA FLOW 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 PLAYA and STOP SNITCHING.

[Intro]
Was independent, my n!ggas got major business
We in the building, my n!gga, not just some tenants
You just a sensitive n!gga, still in his feelings
You bit the image, my n!gga, I had to switch it, uh

[Chorus]
First you stole my flow, so I stole yo’ b!tch
I can’t trust a soul, just my pole and my kids
Swear to never lie, cross my heart, hope to die, uh
Then I sold the switch, then I hit it with a kiss, mwah

[Verse 1]
All-red Mary Janes just to match the ‘Rari paint
Been s*itting on everything, wasn’t even potty-trained
N!ggas getting BBLs, lucky we don’t body shame
Throwing dirt on Rocky name, turn around and copy game (Ready made, ready made)
Pеace homes, black on black, P. Stone
Black onyx, black diamonds shining, black jеans on
All-black Chrome, black whip, black iPhone
Black hoodie, Black boy don’t dance, mostly gangster boogie

[Chorus]
Stole my flow, so I stole yo’ b!tch (B!tch)
If you stole my style, I need at least like ten percent
With all due disrespect, I hope you take offense
I’ma leave my print and I won’t leave you— (Ready made, ready made)

[Verse 2]
Was independent, my n!ggas got major business
We in the building, my n!gga, not just some tenants
You just a sensitive n!gga, still in his feelings
You bit the image, my n!gga, I had to switch it, uh (Ready made, ready made)

[Chorus]
First you was my bro, pu*sy n!gga switched
Turned into a opp, fu*k his block, he a b!tch, boy

Might pull up to yo’ crib, spin it like the rent, uh
Spend it like the time that you ain’t spending with yo’ kids (Ready made, ready made)

[Verse 3]
We take these boys to school, they try to Columbine ya, yeah
Word to Tyler, we see you b0mb like Oppenheimer, yeah
Couple milli’ just to rock at a fu*king concert, yeah
Headliner, bottom line, I’m ’bout my dollar (Yeah, ready made, ready made)
They say, “Flacko, where you been? Feel like you deprived us”, yeah
Only goat with a llama, friendly reminder, yeah
Our Father, I pray to always strive and prosper, yeah
Now I’m a father, my b!tch badder than my toddler (Yeah, ready made, ready made)
My baby mama Rihanna, so we unbothered (Yeah, woo, woo)
Hip-hop is my house, welcome to mi casa, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Take me back to the days in the club, yeah
When your boys gotta hold you up while she dutty wine ya, yeah

[Chorus]
First you stole my flow, so I stole yo’ b!tch
I can’t trust a soul, just my pole and my kid
Swear to never lie, right hand up to God
Then I sold the switch, then I hit it with a kiss, mwah
First you stole my flow, so I stole yo’ b!tch
If you stole my style, I need at least like ten percent
With all due disrespect, I hope you take offense
I’ma leave my print and I won’t leave you— (Ready made, ready made)

[Outro]
The rest of you motherfu*kers, just sit back and wait
Quit acting like groupies and s*it
Wanna be like me so motherfu*king bad
So when a maggot tell me about handling business, being about it
Making his money and still doing what the fu*k he wanna do
Then you can come up here and tell me some s*it
N!gga, I’m just here to tell you stories, that’s it
I ain’t gotta explain to you motherfu*kers every single little detail and why and where and which and why
And all this s*it about all, every last decision in my motherfu*king life
I don’t owe you s*it