"Periodic Table" lyrics - A$AP TWELVYY

Where's the love for the underdog
Man, they treat me like they wanna fuck
Ain't the favorite on your undercard
The livest nigga under God
So don't make me get the gun involved
Catch a charge and run to Baltimore
I hustle more than that nigga in the corner store
Cornerstone
I'ma be the nigga that they calling for
Soaring of
Like that nigga Mike in his Jordan 4's
When I'm coming down only time I'm falling off
Get a calling card, lil' nigga saw a broad, fucking talk
I'ma be a statement for that global Forbes
This that magic shit like Dumbledore
This that lavish shit y'all tumble for
Niggas want it but I want it more
Make a band off a couple cups, man I'm hot
I got the sun involved
I don't want it, man, I want it all
These my feelings in a couple bars
Sun shining like a fucking star

[Chorus:]
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
Them every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You fuck around and lick a shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You fuck around and lick a shot, boy

I'm from the city where the skinny niggas ride
Big semi on they side
Real life, making fifty out of five
Puffing sticky, sipping Henny, will I drive?
Its how real niggas die but I feel so alive
My eye up on the prize
You always gotta strive
Take your piece of devil pie
Now my level rising high
See a ribbon in the skyline
Fuck the other side
See my shots is ill-advised, tell 'em niggas get inside
It's dark outside, it's narcs outside
Trife niggas leave you pumped outside
Parallel to your ride, damn I'm blessed just to see 25
But I'm stressed, see the heat in my eyes?
Keep the heat on my side 'cause this Tec probably keep me alive
I ain't high, I'm just peeping the vibe
Just beef in the Trap, fuck that, and I ain't keeping it back
Real rap, this is deeper than rap, yeah

[Chorus:]
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
Them every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You fuck around and lick a shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You fuck around and lick a shot, boy