A$AP Ant & A$AP Rocky – The God Hour (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

A$AP Ant & A$AP Rocky unveil the music video for their collaboration titled “The God Hour”. The song was co-produced by SpizzleDoe & Mannyvelli Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

A$ap Ant & A$ap Rocky The God Hour

The A$AP Mob has reunited on wax—well, at least two of them have. There has been quite a buzz about A$AP Rocky in recent months following the announcement that he is expecting a baby with his girlfriend Rihanna. The New York rapper has also been moving forward with lucrative business deals that are revealed from one week to the next, and now, he collides with A$AP Ant on a new track to remind people that he’s still a beast in the booth.

Today (March 31), the pair of A$AP partners shared the visual to “The God Hour” and in the clip, you’ll find them with their crew taking over the streets of the Big Apple. There are also some trippy, psychedelic elements to throw your brain for a loop so tune into that, as well. It’s rumored that this collaboration will land on Ant’s forthcoming project, so we’ll keep you updated on that as more information unfolds.

A$AP Ant & A$AP Rocky – The God Hour (prod. SpizzleDoe & Mannyvelli)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Gin]
Rollin’ in my pimpin’, ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do (Uh)
Ay man, this joint crank fool
My beeper just a-beepin’ so I’m takin’ a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin’ (Uh)
I’m scrapped, bitch don’t trip, ’cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip (Where)
Rollin’ in my pimpin’, ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do
My beeper just a-beepin’ so I’m takin’ a risk to drop off two (Huh)
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin’ (Yeah)
I’m scrapped, bitch don’t trip, ’cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip (Cash out)

[Verse 1: A$AP ANT]
Used to sip red, now I’m sippin’ on Wock’
FedEx, I’m shipping gelato and locks
Cover the weed up, we plantin’ the crop
AMG engine, it come with no key
I’m on the beach, I got sand on my feet
Cover my arm, shoot when I reach
I did it first and they got it from me
Count up my deal, and I feel like Bruce Lee
Prada my coat that I rock in the winter
Word at my Benz and I’m up ’til September
When you get famous, they never remember
C.R.E.A.M in my pocket, I feel like I’m RZA, uh

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Come get that work, tell that ho’ to flip that, twerk
Nigga, this my turf (Turf) nigga, it’s my turn
B.G., Hot Boy, this that Turk, homeboy kilt look like skirt
Don’t get murked, heh

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dressed like Aquemini, gentle guy, no, I ain’t femini’
Long as I keep my hands sanitized
I’ma come clean I just realized with no analyze
Money can’t fit in my pocket no more ’cause I’m sample sized
Shoutout to Max, shoutout my guys
Slide out the back, slide out the side
Bought a new drop just to shoot out the top
Just to shoot out the top (Uh)

[Bridge: Lil Gin]
Rollin’ in my pimpin’, ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do
My beeper just a-beepin’ so I’m takin’ a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin’
I’m scrapped, bitch don’t trip, ’cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip (What?)

[Verse 3: A$AP ANT]
I was at Coachella high off the molly
Taking them mushrooms, I’m out of my body
Natural be blooming, I’m smoking biscotti
Nigga Chanel, white like a Nazi
Hop in the booth, that work my hobby
After my show, thirty bitches in lobby
Money on Whitney, look at them Bobby
Marino on my clothing, it drench down my body
My denim they bummin’, they orange like a pumpkin
Stone Island exclusive, I got it from London
Nike Air Maxes, to the money I’m running
I gotta go get it but can’t do no fumbling

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Come get that work, tell that ho’ to flip that, twerk
Nigga, this my turf (Turf) nigga, it’s my turn
B.G., Hot Boy, this that Turk, homeboy kilt look like skirt
Don’t get murked, heh

[Outro: A$AP ANT]
Yeah, I get money
I’m scrapped, bitch don’t trip, ’cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip, pistol grip, pistol grip, pistol grip