Excuse Me Lyrics - At.long.last.a$ap - Asap Rocky

For all them hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the day (this for my broke jiggy niggas) excuse me, fuck out my face. They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, I learned that from a very wise man 

Okay excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems 

My check arrive mañana, I'ma pay my debt, I promise 

I spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas 

Another 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys 

I said excuse me, why the fuck you lookin'? What's your problem? 

I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments 

All you see is niggas here, so that means it's triggers there 

What you mean? We got weed, and codeine and bricks for sale 

I bet a lot of niggas plottin' so you know I got that heater, bruh 

Drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh 

She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh 

Oh you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch 

Excuse me, no, I believe the proper term's excuse you 

I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to 

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That's when the new you becomin' different since they knew you 

I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to 

Excuse me, I tell them they're excused 

What's the word around town, tell me what's the latest news 

And uh, who them niggas, I tell 'em we them dudes 

Ain't got time to make excuses bro we steady making moves 

And I, run the game even when they bend the rules 

I pay very close attention after that I pay my dues 

And uh, excuse me, may I be excused? 

Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothing left to lose 

Tell me why the little niggas talking like they killas, bruh 

Nowadays these niggas always caught up in they feelings, bruh 

But I stay 100 cause you know I keep it trilla, bruh 

Mobbin like 2Pacalypse or bishop how I Hit 'Em Up 

Fill 'em up with lyrics, bury all my victims, kill 'em 

Dig 'em up again, to say I did it 

Snitches excuse me, mind your business, bruh 

Swear that you could get it, girl 

She a fashion killa, huh? 

Killa girl, I'm a go-getter, she get it, girl 

Flacko, where you been? 

I've been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh 

Flacko, how you been? 

I'm still thuggin' with my niggas, bruh 

Flacko, where you been? 

I've been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh 

Flacko, how you been? 

I've been thuggin' with my... 

Buggin' with my niggas, go sluggin' 

Tell me who fuckin' with my niggas 

Who run it, my niggas 

Fuck up [?], they buggin' 

Now niggas slump over Robitussin in public 

Cup full of purple substance or something 

My niggas, the only thing that move me: 

'Excuse me' 

Excuse me, I tell them they're excused 

What's the word around town, tell me what's the latest news 

And uh, who them niggas, I tell 'em we them dudes 

Ain't got time to make excuses bro we steady making moves 

And I, run the game even when they bend the rules 

I pay very close attention after that I pay my dues 

And uh, excuse me, may I be excused? 

Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothing left to lose