A.S.M.R.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Raj Mahal] I know y'all niggas gettin' sick of me, I ain't goin' nowhere Too eccentric, too explicit, fuck them niggas over there 'Fore I came in this bitch, too tame Motherfuckers too loud, buck wild when I left Crease my dollars, fuck the power, break your bank when I'm on the set I'm belligerent on alcohol, 'pologise if I slur my sentences Niggas rub me wrong, get comin' to agreements like a clitoris Shorty tryna strike my DNA on some forensic shit Principle, never hate on niggas, fuck that bitterness Ho, you chasin' clout? Can't be seen with y'all niggas Give no fuck 'bout y'all niggas, 'ttention whorin' fraud niggas Do this for my dawgs, nigga, put that shit on dawgs, nigga Even if I fall, nigga, standin' over y'all niggas, ayy Yamaha, time to fuckin' ball, swag me out, bitch You ain't go nowhere, puttin' in no work like callin' out sick Industry faces, love a nigga, tryna scout shit Sydney out to Brizzy, Nerve, my dawg, gon' sort me out quick [Verse 2: Nerve] Stress in my brain and that vino numbin' the pain I got beetles up in the drapes, I don't sleep, no pumpin' the brakes Got some sheila up in my face, tryna lead me up to her place I just took a piss in the sink, take a piss and I do the race I ain't got no time for debates, please, shut it I don't do no Instagram, beefin', you's a puppet They still on the type of shit, that I was comin' up with Back at seventeen and when I'm seventy, I bet I'll run shit Now I know you ain't used to this, I put the juice up in the beat And then I shoot the shit, I'm Stanley Kubrick makin' movies And I do the script, losers stick, they say They movin' but I'm movin' in (Play that fuckin' music, bitch) I-I-I drop the bass, they lost their heads Don't drop the pace, still drop it dead They wanna conversate, but I pop the TECs They want problems? There can be problems, then Queen girl with that fat bottom, nearly breakin' her back on it Astroboy when I take off, Subi whip with them tracks on it [Verse 3: Marty Bugatti] Say what? Yep, hit 'em, quick kung fu (Hi-ya!) See me steady walk and I talk right, too [?] I'm rollin' round like a four-door Coupe [?] goin' hard, know I'm trouble, [?] Keep that figure so undercover, my sirens go gaga (Gaga) Give that boy a whiffy, I might call up my mama (Mummy!) Drippy, I'm a Teletubby, Po got that Laa-Laa Drive my Tinky-Winky, Dipsy, [?] that lychee [?] I call that there, gimme that pair, yeah? Rare, Bugatti caught Their [?], I'll break the law, yeah (I'll break it), dare you to get out Runnin' amok, boy outta luck, bangin' a [?] is a must [?], back of the bus, [?] what'll I do to get up, hear me now? Push it like Salt-N-Pepa, live life up on a stretcher Last year, I'm goo-goo gaga, this year, I'm rap Armada Today, I'll drink a lager and end up in the gutter My mind a see-saw, you cannot see raw [Verse 4: Obi Ill Terrors] Devil man, I got the orbit in my undercoat I planted seeds and sever roses like a fuckin' throat She sees my skin and cries for help but that's a bogus hope I'm lookin' white as hell, far on the holy ghost I want that boredom-less pleasure, she get me off on a stretcher Because I'm dyin' inside but I hit that X like its treasure I hit that G 'cause I'm better than any sucker she ever had Make her cream on that dresser then hit that shit, just to throw it back You won't ever catch me actin' I'm triple-six with my shit, I keep stackin' up all my packets The fact is I'm Double Dragon, I'm back and I make it classic Her titties are made of plastic and suck me like she a Catholic, I love it! I can't get enough of this shit My face gone numb like I was fuckin' a... On MDMA, while she's suckin' my dick Spit raw in your face, I ain't havin' your kids, like "Fuck it"