Lyrics On My Way To Jummah - A$AP Ant , Lulu p

(AR, AR)
(Ayy, Manny, this joint crazy fool)

Backseat in the Benz, in my element
Way that I step, my footprint like an elephant
I cannot stand that bitch, said she was celibate
Stripper bitch ass like a apple, she Cinnamon
Everyday wake up, I purple my medicine
Cannot compare me, there ain't no comparison
Yellow Margiela on feet, they limited
Owner shit, these niggas visiting

I'm overseas fashion week with a model
Colombian transport and shit like I'm Pablo
P's on a private jet, feel like I'm Rylo

My P-O-J in a bend
I scoop yo' bitch, let it pop slow
Cayеnne P in that 6-5
Bitches talk slick, let thе glick slide
Riding drophead rocking Rick vibes
I'm a motherfucking demon looking criticized
I am not the hole with the bitch ass
I'm the motherfucking truth, I ain't lied to
If I had the time, I'd ride too
Put the ism on a bitch, have her looking for me
Boy, you a bitch, she ain't looking for you
Hmm, I bought the AR with the P
I told the bitch y'all for the fee

Bape on me, know that shit's unreleased
Exclusive, it's coming from Japanese
Pushed out the whip, 'bout to enter the key
I pull out the pillow, she get on her knees
Hmm, I'm smokin Za with exotic flow
I can't be there if it's not a gun
Bitch, you might be the two, I'm the one
I switched the stick to a honey bun

Backseat in the Benz, in my element
Way that I step, my footprint like an elephant
I cannot stand that bitch, said she was celibate
Stripper bitch ass like a apple, she Cinnamon
Everyday wake up, I purple my medicine
Cannot compare me, there ain't no comparison
Yellow Margiela on feet, they limited
Owner shit, these niggas visiting