Demon Asylum

[Verse 1]
I just walked up outa Nieman Marcus
She want me no Austin Martin
Call up B we get to sparkin
Talking shit turn bro retarded
Bitch call up just what you started
We was dumb, Six was starving
In the dirt, now we thriving
Punch him up, who he sizing?
Niggas dick-suck, who he siding?
Call that boy up, cos he ain't riding
Watching the fans, I'm a abider
No I love drake, feel like I'm biting
Hit that bitch up, ooh she on timing
Finna get sucked, for me she gon' line em
Call that boy up, thought we wouldn't find him
2k's he in Demon Aslyum
Feel like p-pop, Beiber rider
Emo bitch she suicidal
Jump off top, do or die it
Pockets fat, don't do or die it
Yuhh

[verse 2]
Big knocks like I'm O
Count it up, on the road
Suck it up, I love my hoes
You gon die, never bro
I fuck that bitch you gon marry though
Where is your bitch I ain't scared at all?
Too many guns I can't bare em all
Too many sons I can't stand em all
I run a pack fuck a stamina
Run up 2k, bitch no fatigue
Got these racks, these not my league
Speaking rarely, you speaking on me
Niggas winning, they peeping on me
Stalking me, had to see it on me
Pillow talking, im fucking bitch
On the phone and im beating her cheeks

[verse 3]
And your favourite rapper go out bad
(?)
Turn this shit he wack
Had to drop, and he selling it back
Get the dope ima sell it out back
Pornstar, she throwing back
6 3, I stay on that stack
Favourite weapon, I fuck with the mac
But I also fuck with getting cheese
Yea I get paid off the craft
RX, no pap
Paru, no bap
Yuh