Black Champion Hoodie & Number 9's

[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