A$AP Rocky – Ghetto Symphony (feat. Gunplay & A$AP Ferg) Lyr

A$AP Rocky – Ghetto Symphony (feat. Gunplay & A$AP Ferg) Lyrics

Ghetto Symphony

A$AP Rocky (feat. Gunplay & A$AP Ferg)

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"Ghetto Symphony." - A$AP Rocky (feat. Gunplay & A$AP Ferg)

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 09:53 pm

Album: LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe Edition)

Track No: 14

Do just what I tell you
Uh
Don't come in any closer
Uh
And no one will get hurt
'Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two (Serious, serious, serious, serious)
Uh
A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Out— Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André (Uh)
Beef is on my entrée, gin and juice, that's Bombay (Yeah)
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way (Uh)
Pussy on a Sunday, business on a Monday (Yeah, yeah)
My new crib came with feng shui and my closet's like a runway (Uh)
Come be my fiancée, she fucked me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe (Yeah)
Dinner date for one k, shopping date for two k (Bitch, bitch)
Bougie-ass bitch made me wait to fuck for two days (Yeah)
Finally got it today, swear to God my mood changed (Uh, uh)
Top off like toupees, drive off, touché (Bitch)
Yeah-yeah, my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy (Yeah)
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy (Uh)
Bounce, boy, Flacko tell 'em holler at a ****, G
Ridin' on my enemies, this my ghetto symphony, 'ny (Uh)
Uh, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Sing
Louder
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Whip— Whippin' Whitney, my mama as a witness
Bitches lickin' and lockin' up my Swishers
Once she blow my whistle, she know it's dismissal
Spread the news, I'm official, now hop out my foreign vessel (Uh)
Before I get aggressive, forget it, war-ready
Already tested, tears and blood invested
Till my cardiac's arrested and my forty ounce is empty
Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that (Uh)
Black magic on the tires, only I
Roll— Rollin' down a lonely mile, phony smile
Warrants, police on me now, still tourin'
And my chain, it may slow me down, cheer for it
Pain in its purest form
Don't complain, I came to reign from here forward
Still 'noid, so the crib got clear doors
Burnin' planes in my Air Force
And all I can see is Clearports
Uh
Sing
Louder
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Uh
Since Rocky spit like André
I'm gon' kill 'em like Big Boi
These rappers is on my entrée
Eat 'em like cookies, Chips Ahoy
Mmm, enjoy, when I get annoyed
Know a couple **** that'll kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Body get found by a little fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzenigga, toss a ****
Like codeine mixed with a 'roid
Slow punch make a **** chin collide
Fuck talking how fast you could grip a nine
Damn
Look at how the hollow tip hit his spine
Little motherfuckers that commit to crime
These **** had the sidewalk sippin' wine
Guess that's why the ground sip the wine
Pouring liq' so I soak in, lift and shine
Tip-tip and toe, I miss the sky
My soul get cold when my **** die
So and so, **** live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mill' for these freakin' lies
Sign a couple deals for these freakin' lies
How many time your eyes seen a **** die?
Never
Spittin' it like a Beretta, nobody do it better, ****

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Eddie Montilla, Tivon Key, Richard Morales, Jr., Darold Ferguson, Jonathan Williams, Imogen Heap, Peter Chill & Allan Sigsworth.

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