Title: ORDER OF PROTECTION
Artist: A$AP Rocky
Album: Don’t Be Dumb
Release Date: January 16, 2026
ORDER OF PROTECTION Lyrics by A$AP Rocky
It’s been a lil’ while since I been in the league
A couple lil’ trials, couple of leaks
Still in the field like I’m runnin’ in cleats
Last time I checked, we still in the lead
Run up a check for the love of the cheese (Check)
Bought a patek, where the fuck the receipt?
Just ordered a TEC and it’s under the seat
They ordered protection for fuckin’ with me
Now boy talkin’ reckless, ain’t talking to me (Ayy)
Better show some respect when you talking to me (Ayy)
Better walk with a vest ’cause you runnin’ to me, runnin’ to me
Kick that boy out the section, he talk to police
Gangsters movin’ silent, so can this breathe?
Semi-automatic under the brief
You want it with me? With me?
I can’t give ’em that, uh-uh
Don’t throw up, they sad (Uh, uh)
Can’t forget what you did (Uh, uh), remember how you act (Uh, uh)
Talk behind my back (Uh, uh), talk all kind of trash (Uh, uh)
My back all kind of stats (Uh, uh), you was throwin’ jabs (Uh, uh)
You want me on your ass, down to my last
Shit, they’ll probably laugh
I can’t go out sad, I keep bouncin’ back (Uh)
Then we up, but not up for grabs
Up, like I upped the gat
Up to the fuckin’ max (Up)
(Up) Smokin’, puffin’ gas
(Up) From a fuckin’ nap
Crutch, what the fuck was that?
(Shh, I hear somethin’, nigga?)
Back from the fuckin’ past
Back right up on they ass
Back in my fuckin’ bag (Yeah)
The game that I can’t divorce, final boss, uh
Oh, all chats logged off, all [?]
[?]’s screamin’ on call when I’m long gone
It’s been a lil’ while since I been in the league
A couple lil’ trials, couple of leaks
Still in the field like I’m runnin’ in cleats
Last time I checked, we still in the lead
Run up a check for the love of the cheese (Check)
Bought a patek, where the fuck the receipt?
Just ordered a TEC and it’s under the seat
They ordered protection for fuckin’ with me
Now boy talkin’ reckless, ain’t talking to me (Ayy)
Better show some respect when you talking to me (Ayy)
Better walk with a vest ’cause you runnin’ to me, runnin’ to me
Kick that boy out the section, he talk to police
Gangsters movin’ silent, so can this breathe?
Semi-automatic under the brief
You want it with me? With me?
Yeah, we up, but not up for grabs
Up, like I upped the gat
Up to the fuckin’ max (Up)
(Up) Smokin’, puffin’ gas
(Up) From a fuckin’ nap
Crutch, what the fuck was that?
(Shh, I hear somethin’, nigga?)
(Up) Smokin’, puffin’ gas
(Up) From a fuckin’ nap
Crutch, what the fuck was that? (Yeah, brrt)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
