A$AP Rocky – Tony Tone Lyrics

Tony Tone

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"Tony Tone." - A$AP Rocky

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 09:46 pm

Album: TESTING

Track No: 03

Uh, my mic sounds nice, check one (Whoo)
My mic sounds nice, check two (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Testing, one-two, one-two (Uh-huh)
Yeah, yeah
Let's go
Uh, uh, uh
Whoo
Let's go
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Let's go
My mic sounds nice, check one (Yeah)
My mic sounds nice, check two (Yeah, yeah, testing)
Wah
Stone-stoned when I'm in my zoney-zone
Smokin' on the homegrown, feelin' like I'm all alone
Used to go to Kingdome, Rucker Park with Tony Tone
(Harlem) Listenin' to Bone-Bone, feelin's in my bone-bone
I can tell it
I could give a fuck about a list, you heard (You heard)
I could give a fuck about a diss, you heard (You heard)
I could give a fuck about your clique, you heard (You heard)
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch (Shut the fuck up)
You heard, uh
My mama named me
My papa gave me cock to take the piss with
To fuck ya bitch with
Life is different for me
For instance
The type of **** sprays kids in some chicks he wouldn't raise his kids with
That type of twisted sick shit (C'mon man)
What you say, ****?
Time's out, let's start over with this conversation
You sound super crazy right now, and I got my two kids listening? (I'm just playin')
You said what?
I said, "I'm ju—"
Uh-uh, ****, you got me fucked up
Shut the fuck up
I could give a fuck about a list, you heard (You heard)
I could give a fuck about a diss, you heard (You heard)
I could give a fuck about your clique, you heard (You heard)
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch (Shut the fuck up)
You heard, uh
People really think I'm a asshole
I say anything, truthfully (C'mon)
I just say what I really think
Like, I'm too fresh, man, to me you're under-class-man (Too fresh)
Would say suck my dick, but that's sexual harassment (Take that)
Let's go
Fuck around and really come through in the murse on ya (Come on)
Who else you know design your stages, do your merch over? (Come on)
And if you're lame, do your verse over (Yes)
I change the game like I'm Kurt Warner (Yeah)
I run the game like I'm Time Warner (Keep goin')
This ain't no Teen Choice Awards, slime slide on ya (Keep goin')
And make it home 'fore mama start roastin'
And lean and beans, tomatoes, potatoes (C'mon)
And cheese and grams, just me and Yams
And Yams
C.B. rest in peace for pickin' up the last collard greens
Stressed up outta me, now we selling out the Colosseum
Urban dynasty
Tell them boys who got it locked and got the key
You gotta see behind the scenes, we're in the street (A$AP)
Peep my repertoire, Uptown Esplanade
Eleanor, Druham, **** going too ham
AK, Jackie Rob, East 11-99
Lennox Ave, VLONE, Eastside Wingstone (Yeah, Uptown)
Stone-stoned when I'm in my zoney-zone
Smokin' on the homegrown, feelin' like I'm all alone
Used to go to Kingdome, Rucker Park with Tony Tone (Yeah, c'mon)
Listenin' to Bone-Bone, feelin's in my bone-bone (That's right, yeah)
I can tell it (Yeah)
I could give a fuck about a list, you heard (Take that, yeah)
I could give a fuck about a diss, you heard (You heard)
I could give a fuck about your clique, you heard
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch
Take that (You heard, uh)
Aye, yo, we don't give a fuck about none of that shit, this is Harlem, muthafuckers (Take that)
The fuck you think?
Uptown, ****
Mob
A$AP
Same gang
Tone Wop
Harlem

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Michael Mule, Hector Delgado, Isaac De Boni, Sean Combs & Roger Webb.

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