In the cutthroat swirl of hip-hop’s style wars, where every bar can spark a feud or forge a legend, A$AP Rocky drops “STOLE YA FLOW” like a velvet-gloved slap to the imitators circling his throne. Pulled from his long-teased fourth album DON’T BE DUMB, the track crackles with that signature Pretty Flacko swagger—part Harlem hustle, part high-fashion manifesto—aimed at anyone who’s ever traced his blueprint without a nod. It’s the sound of a king reclaiming his crown, laced with jabs at copycats and a nod to his unshakeable empire, all while the world waits breathlessly for the full drop that’s been simmering since 2018’s Testing.
| Lead Vocals | A$AP Rocky |
| Songwriter | A$AP Rocky, ICYTWAT, Kelvin Krash & Danny Elfman |
| Music Producer | ICYTWAT, Kelvin Krash & Danny Elfman |
| Label | A$AP Worldwide, RCA Records & Sony Music Entertainment |
| Release Date | January 16, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | A$AP Worldwide, RCA Records & Sony Music Entertainment |
Lyrics of Stole Ya Flow by A$AP Rocky
[Intro]
Was Independent, My Niggas Got Major Business
We In The Building, My Nigga, Not Just Some Tenants
You Just A Sensitive Nigga, Still In His Feelings
You Bit The Image, My Nigga, I Had To Switch It, Uh
[Chorus]
First You Stole My Flow, So I Stole Yo’ Bitch
I Can’t Trust A Soul, Just My Pole And My Kids
Swear To Never Lie, Cross My Heart, Hope To Die, Uh
Then I Sold The Switch, Then I Hit It With A Kiss, Mwah
[Verse 1]
All-red Mary Janes Just To Match The ‘rari Paint
Been Shittin’ On Everything, Wasn’t Even Potty-trained
Niggas Gettin’ Bbls, Lucky We Don’t Body Shame
Throwin’ Dirt On Rocky Name, Turn Around And Copy Game
(Ready Made, Ready Made)
Peace Homes, Black On Black, P. Stone
Black Onyx, Black Diamonds Shinin’, Black Jeans On
All-black Chrome, Black Whip, Black Iphone
Black Hoodie, Black Boy Don’t Dance, Mostly Gangster Boogie
[Chorus]
Stole My Flow, So I Stole Yo’ Bitch (Bitch)
If You Stole My Style, I Need At Least Like Ten Percent
With All Due Disrespect, I Hope You Take Offense
I’ma Leave My Print And I Won’t Leave You— (Ready Made, Ready Made)
[Verse 2]
Was Independent, My Niggas Got Major Business
We In The Building, My Nigga, Not Just Some Tenants
You Just A Sensitive Nigga, Still In His Feelings
You Bit The Image, My Nigga, I Had To Switch It, Uh (Ready Made, Ready Made)
[Chorus]
First You Was My Bro, Pu**y Nigga Switched
Turned Into A Opp, F**k His Block, He A Bitch, Boy
Might Pull Up To Yo’ Crib, Spin It Like The Rent, Uh
Spend It Like The Time That You Ain’t Spendin’ With Yo’ Kids (Ready Made, Ready Made)
[Verse 3]
We Take These Boys To School, They Try To Columbine Ya (Yeah)
Word To Tyler, We See You Bomb Like Oppenheimer (Yeah)
Couple Milli’ Just To Rock At A F**kin’ Concert (Yeah)
Headliner, Bottom Line, I’m ’bout My Dollar (Yeah, Ready Made, Ready Made)
They Say, “Flacko, Where You Been? Feel Like You Deprived Us” (Yeah)
Only Goat With A Llama, Friendly Reminder (Yeah)
Our Father, I Pray To Always Strive And Prosper (Yeah)
Now I’m A Father, My Bitch Badder Than My Toddler (Yeah, Ready Made, Ready Made)
My Baby Mama Rihanna, So We Unbothered (Yeah, Woo, Woo)
Hip-hop Is My House, Welcome To Mi Casa, Yeah (Yeah, Yeah)
Take Me Back To The Days In The Club (Yeah)
When Your Boys Gotta Hold You Up While She Dutty Wine Ya (Yeah)
[Chorus]
First You Stole My Flow, So I Stole Yo’ Bitch
I Can’t Trust A Soul, Just My Pole And My Kid
Swear To Never Lie, Right Hand Up To God
Then I Sold The Switch, Then I Hit It With A Kiss, Mwah
First You Stole My Flow, So I Stole Yo’ Bitch
If You Stole My Style, I Need At Least Like Ten Percent
With All Due Disrespect, I Hope You Take Offense
I’ma Leave My Print, And I Won’t Leave You— (Ready Made, Ready Made)
[Outro]
The Rest Of You Motherf**kers, Just Sit Back And Wait
Quit Actin’ Like Groupies And Shit
Wanna Be Like Me So Motherf**kin’ Bad
So When A Maggot Tell Me About Handlin’ Business, Bein’ About It
Makin’ His Money And Still Doin’ What The F**k He Wanna Do
Then You Can Come Up Here And Tell Me Some Shit
Nigga, I’m Just Here To Tell You Stories, That’s It
I Ain’t Gotta Explain To You Motherf**kers Every Single Little Detail
And Why And Where And Which And Why
And All This Shit About All, Every Last Decision In My Motherf**kin’ Life
I Don’t Owe You Shit
About “Stole Ya Flow by A$AP Rocky”
A$AP Rocky reclaims the blueprint in “STOLE YA FLOW,” a razor-sharp anthem where stolen flows meet stolen hearts—cocky, cinematic, and dripping with that effortless Harlem cool.
Diving into the track’s DNA, “STOLE YA FLOW” pulses with a moody trap-soul hybrid, courtesy of producers ICYTWAT, Kelvin Krash, and the enigmatic Danny Elfman, whose orchestral flair adds a twisted, film-noir edge to the booming 808s and sparse keys. Thematically, it’s a masterclass in originality amid obsession: verses flex on blacked-out luxury—from all-red Mary Janes matching the ‘Rari to black onyx glinting like gangsta poetry—while the chorus flips theft into triumphant revenge. The vibe? Defiant and decadent, a middle finger to the “sensitive niggas” still nursing grudges, wrapped in Rocky’s rapid, rhythmic flow that dances between menace and melody.
As the centerpiece of DON’T BE DUMB, Rocky’s bold return after an eight-year album drought, the project embodies his evolved vision: a sonic scrapbook of fatherhood, fashion, and fearless experimentation. Think Testing’s psychedelic detours cranked up with global flair—tracks like this one weave personal lore (shoutouts to Rihanna and his toddler) into broader indictments of the industry’s maggot mindset. It’s less about radio hooks and more about legacy-building, blending A$AP Mob grit with high-art nods to Tyler, the Creator, and Oppenheimer-level bombshells. The album’s concept? A cheeky warning to the dummies biting too hard: don’t sleep on the architect.
Fresh off yesterday’s tracklist reveal that lit up socials—15 cuts including “ORDER OF PROTECTION” and “HELICOPTER“—DON’T BE DUMB hits streaming today via AWGE/A$AP Worldwide and RCA Records. No massive guest list teased yet, but the buzz from Rocky’s cryptic previews and that 500K Spotify pre-save spike has fans refreshing playlists like it’s Y2K. Expect visuals soon; Rocky’s been teasing black-and-white aesthetics that mirror the track’s shadowy flex, turning each release into a cultural event.
At 37, with a son on the way with Rihanna and a shelf of accolades from Live. Love. A$AP to Sundance nods, Rocky’s in his elder statesman phase—less wild child, more wise don. “STOLE YA FLOW” spotlights his growth: the raw vulnerability of house arrest-era rants refined into polished prophecy, ditching club bangers for introspective indictments that still bang. In a discog stacked with era-defining tapes, it cements him as rap’s ultimate tastemaker, proving the hiatus only honed his blade. Why it matters? In an age of TikTok clones, Rocky’s reminding us authenticity ain’t for sale—it’s stolen back with interest.
This isn’t just a diss; it’s a diary entry from the dude who’s shaped streetwear, soundtracked runways, and fathered a new wave without breaking stride. As beefs brew and algorithms chase trends, tracks like this keep Rocky’s flame eternal, pulling us back to the days when hip-hop felt like a Harlem block party with a global guest list.
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