A.S.M.R.

[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"