A.S.M.R. lyrics

[Verse 1: Raj Mahal]
I know y'all n*ggas gettin' sick of me, I ain't goin' nowhere
Too eccentric, too explicit, f*ck them n*ggas over there
'Fore I came in this b*tch, too tame
Motherf*ckers too loud, buck wild when I left
Crease my dollars, f*ck the power, break your bank when I'm on the set
I'm belligerent on alcohol, 'pologise if I slur my sentences
n*ggas rub me wrong, get comin' to agreements like a clitoris
Shorty tryna strike my DNA on some forensic sh*t
Principle, never hate on n*ggas, f*ck that bitterness
Ho, you chasin' clout? Can't be seen with y'all n*ggas
Give no f*ck 'bout y'all n*ggas, 'ttention whorin' fraud n*ggas
Do this for my dawgs, n*gga, put that sh*t on dawgs, n*gga
Even if I fall, n*gga, standin' over y'all n*ggas, ayy
Yamaha, time to f*ckin' ball, swag me out, b*tch
You ain't go nowhere, puttin' in no work like callin' out sick
Industry faces, love a n*gga, tryna scout sh*t
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 p*ss in the sink, take a p*ss 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 sh*t, that I was comin' up with
Back at seventeen and when I'm seventy, I bet I'll run sh*t
Now I know you ain't used to this, I put the juice up in the beat
And then I shoot the sh*t, I'm Stanley Kubrick makin' movies
And I do the script, losers stick, they say
They movin' but I'm movin' in (Play that f*ckin' music, b*tch)
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 f*ckin' 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 sh*t, just to throw it back
You won't ever catch me actin'
I'm triple-six with my sh*t, 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 sh*t
My face gone numb like I was f*ckin' a...
On MDMA, while she's suckin' my di*k
Spit raw in your face, I ain't havin' your kids, like "f*ck it"