Black Champion Hoodie & Number 9's

Lyrics

[Intro] Black Champion hoodie and number 9s Woo, yeah, huh I'm just gon' get ridiculous, yeah Huh, start grabbin' my dick when I rhyme Stupid mo'fuckers, listen, uh [Verse] Make ya heartbeat skip five times like Eddie Payne Niggas don't get the picture 'til there's one up in they brain Niggas thinkin' I'm strange 'cause the flow is so insane Claimin' they can't but not even Prince like Purple Rain with my Rap skills, put rappers on notice 'cause I'm That ill, got the game cracked up open like Black, chill, ain't no room for ya cryin' Bloodclaat 'em, not a nigga hotter than Aas' Not a follower or leader like the late great Malcolm Eight straight haters must doubt 'em Fuck mad chicks, no problem, in and out of state All I gotta do is tell 'em that they gon' meet Ma$e And it's off to the bedroom, cotton sheets EOB fam', nigga, we some dirty rotten freaks Gave a bitch good make 'em think shit sweet Kill the pussy put it six feet, all 'cause my Dick is, as good as the rap that I Spit in, vocal booths y'all niggas Evicted, from the game I'm the landlord Get a job or a whole new plan, boy Boogie Blind, Wise Red, Young Sav' L-Visual, Sean C, nigga, do the math It ain't just one nigga creepin' on your cash It's a whole buncha shit up in your grass, don't step in it [Chorus] When niggas say they the best, don't listen to 'em They ain't hide all they got it's a gimmick to 'em A lot of fake gun talk with no lyric to 'em I ain't a fag, Aasim gon' give it to 'em When niggas say they the best, don't listen to 'em They ain't hide all they got it's a gimmick to 'em A lot of fake gun talk with no lyric to 'em I ain't a fag, Aasim gon' give it to 'em