A$AP Rocky – ORDER OF PROTECTION Lyrics

ORDER OF PROTECTION

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"ORDER OF PROTECTION." - A$AP Rocky

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 06:49 am

Album: Don't Be Dumb

Track No: 01

It's been a lil' while since I been in the league
A couple lil' trials, couple of leaks
Still in the field like I'm runnin' in cleats
Last time I checked, we still in the lead
Run up a check for the love of the cheese
Bought a Patek, where the fuck the receipt?
Just ordered a TEC, and it's under the seat
We order protection for fuckin' with me
And that boy talkin' reckless, ain't talkin' to me
Better show some respect when you talkin' to me
You better walk with a vest case you run into me, run into me
Kick that boy out the section, he talk to police
Gangsters move in silence, talkin' is brief
Semi-automatic under the briefs
Who want it with me, with me?
I can't give 'em dap, uh-uh, don't throw up A$AP (Uh-uh)
Can't forget what you did, remember how you act (Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh)
Talk behind my back, talk all kind of trash (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
My back all kind of stabs, you was throwin' jabs (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
You want me on my ass, down to my last (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Shit, they'd probably laugh, I can't go out sad (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
I keep bouncin' back (Uh)
Yeah, we up, but not up for grabs, up, like I up the gat
Up to the fuckin' max (Up)
Up smokin', puffin' gas, up from a fuckin' nap
Clutch, what the fuck was that? Hush (Shh, I hear somethin', ****)
Back from the fuckin' past, back right up on they ass
Back in my fuckin' bag (Yep)
The game that I can't divorce, final boss
All-all chats logged off, all call
Still screamin', "Encore" when I'm long gone
It's been a lil' while since I been in the league
A couple lil' trials, couple of leaks
Still in the field like I'm runnin' in cleats
Last time I checked, we still in the lead
Run up a check for the love of the cheese
Bought a Patek, where the fuck the receipt?
Just ordered a TEC, and it's under the seat
We order protection for fuckin' with me
And that boy talkin' reckless, ain't talkin' to me
Better show some respect when you talkin' to me
You better walk with a vest case you run into me, run into me
Kick that boy out the section, he talk to police
Gangsters move in silence, talkin' is brief
Semi-automatic under the briefs
Who want it with me, with me?
Yeah, we up, but not up for grabs, up, like I up the gat
Up to the fuckin' max (Up)
Up smokin', puffin' gas, up from a fuckin' nap
Clutch, what the fuck was that? Yeah (Shh, I hear somethin', ****)
Up smokin', puffin' gas, up from a fuckin' nap
Clutch, what the fuck was that? Yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Jordan Patrick & Larrance Dopson.

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