Periodic Table Lyrics - Asap 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 

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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 

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I'm from the city where the skinny niggas ride 

Big semi on they side 

Real life, making 50 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 nuts outside 

Sharp 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) 

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