Abhi The Nomad - Guest List
stream: https://vyd.co/abhithenomaddestroyer
lyrics:
(Hook)
That’s just how it is
Girl you ain’t my guest I can’t put you on the list
Please don’t check the wrist
I must be olympic, look at all my rings
I am not a gymnast, I don’t do no splits
(Abhi Verse)
Take your shoes off at the front of me home
Cabinet stacked up with the sauces by the cinnamon cloves
It don’t feel right if that white rice getting done on the stove
I mean, I’m fuckin asian like I’m Sunny Leone
Chip on my shoulder
A7S on my chest I’m pulling on the focus
Hit the PF to rep the PR is broken
I’m all across the web but I’m Andy I don’t social,
First part of my album was my Tobey, now I Topher
Back on the tourbus bout to jurassic and rattle the coaster
Look at me floating, y’all mix the rap and the indie now stop the pretending
who really invented the potion?
‘fore they go switch up and leave it because it ain’t trending
remember who stuck with the motive
and my manager kosher, I should’ve made it in ’06
fuck out this bitch!
Can’t pretend I didn’t fuck up the motion
I could’ve stuck with the pop shit and OD’d
Me and Kato gave you Jordan and Kobe
Y’all wasn’t making a pit at the show
Please play floors
felt like I couldn’t connect with the kids like I’m B. Pitt & Jolie,
Now I’m goin Kenobi
(Hook)
That’s just how it is
Girl you ain’t my guest I can’t put you on the list
Please don’t check the wrist
I must be olympic, look at all my rings
I am not a gymnast, I don’t do no splits
I don’t do no splits
(SVDP verse)
homebody turn head hunter
this introvert going extra out
going extraordinary
just to bury couple ‘Larry’, ‘Curly’, ‘Mo’s
Red Rum-in shit
call me Ebenezer
greedy with the gold
Midas well touch a Billy Jean
before you ever see me splittin’ half the dough
I don’t do acrobatics
I been dead-hanging on these bars
over dead men walking
not knowing that they…
dead already, I’mma let em’ live for a little
let em’ all free fall down
til they land in the land
where they walk with them billy goat legs and a tail
and a hand with a sickle
M. Night movie turned real life 4k
broad daylight
got beat with a nightstick , ya
If we talkin’ splits
then I’m talking 95 / 5
If we talking G.O.A.T.s
then I’m going 95 Nas
tired to tell them duck!
but they ended up as foie gras
rappers on a label’s table
doin’ that Cha Cha
Ha ha!
what a time what time
to be independent
every six months
got them A&Rs
knockin’ on the windows, salivating
tryin’ to offer me a deal
biiiitch, I need nine figures and a happy meal
I need five bitches and stack of bills
just to make it rain on your CEO
then wipe my ass with the contract
then I turn around
and I tell them no!
all my shorties most wanted
got red dots on em
unapologetic wearing saris and a balaclava
that’ll pop you like a piñata, ya
all my broads got box cutters in bras
incase them cops come around
pop announced
tryin’ to box with god, nah
tell em’ I been back on my shit
go figure that show fees go for a figure
that looks like logos made for olympics
this is (this that)
brown boy, sound boy burial
southside, roof off
uncut, raw shit
fuck that, hands up
run that, watch up
times up, gimme that
whole pie, I don’t do no splits
I don’t do no splits
I don’t do no splits
