A$AP Rocky – Excuse Me Lyrics

Excuse Me

A$AP Rocky

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"Excuse Me." - A$AP Rocky

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 02:32 am

Album: AT.LONG.LAST.A$AP

Track No: 05

For all them hoes that was frontin' on ****
You know what I'm sayin'?
Back in the days, man, you know what I'm sayin'
This for my broke jiggy **** right now, you know
Excuse me, the fuck out my face
They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket
I learned that from a very wise man
Gotta pocket full of stones like Pimp say, this shit
Okay, excuse me
Mister bill collector, I got problems
My check arrive mañana
I'ma pay my debt, I promise
I spent twenty thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas
Another twenty thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys
I said, excuse me, why the fuck you lookin', what's your problem?
I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments
All you see is **** here, so that mean it's triggers there
What you mean? We got weed and codeine and bricks for sale
I bet a lot of **** plottin' so you know I got that heater, bruh (Excuse me)
Drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh (Excuse me)
She got a apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh (Excuse me)
Oh, you mean like Q-Tip?
Now that girl my new bitch (Excuse me?)
No, I believe the proper term's excuse you
I could switch up on you **** and start shittin' if I choose to
That's when the new you becomin' different since they knew you
I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to
Excuse you
Excuse me, I tell 'em they excused
What's the word around town?
Tell me what's the latest news?
And uh, who them ****? I tell them we them dudes
Ain't got time to make excuses, bruh, we steady makin' moves
And I run the game, even when they bend the rules
I pay very close attention, after that I pay my dues
And uh, excuse me, may I be excused?
'Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothin' left to lose
Tell me why these little **** talkin' like they killers, bruh?
Nowadays, these **** always caught up in they feelings, bruh
But I stay one-hunnid 'cause you know I keep it trilla, bruh
Mobbin' like 2pac-alypse or Bishop how I Hit 'Em Up
Fill 'em up with lyrics, bury all my victims
Kill 'em, dig 'em up again, and say I didn't snitch
Excuse me, mind your business, bruh
Swear that you could get it, girl
She a fashion killer, huh
Killa girl
I'm a go-getter, she a get-it-girl
Flacko, where you been?
I been thuggin' with my ****, bruh
Flacko, how you been?
I'm still thuggin' with my ****, bruh
Flocka, where you been?
I been thuggin' with my ****, bruh
Flacko, how you been?
I been thuggin' with my buggin'
With my ****, go sluggin'
Tell me who fuckin' with my ****
Who run it, my ****?
Fuck the fussin', they buckin' and bussin'
Now **** slump over Robitussin in public
Cup full of purple substance or somethin'
My **** the only thing that move me, excuse me
Excuse me, I tell 'em they excused
What's the word around town?
Tell me what's the latest news?
Who them ****? I tell them we them dudes
Ain't got time to make excuses, bruh, we steady makin' moves
And I run the game, even when they bend the rules
I pay very close attention, after that I pay my dues
And uh, excuse me, may I be excused?
'Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothin' left to lose

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, James Scheffer, Michael Mule, Hector Delgado, Isaac De Boni, Kim Gannon, Walter Kent & Ram Buck.

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