DemiGod

Lyrics

[Intro] (Getta Beats) [Verse] I done lost count how many times they done counted me out So many horses in the whip, I'm like, 'Howdy, we out' He ain't even worth a ten, dudie bounty a thou' Bitch, I got a sweet tooth, I'm rollin' up brownies and stouts The way I ball, fuck around, surround me with some scouts The way I ball, how the fuck I ain't go D1? Tell her find a dick, open up the fridge and eat one Everyone feel safe on they block until them creeps come Ain't nobody tryna play it safe, we outside, boy What I'm rollin' up louder than a outside voice Tryna claim the hood, but he from right outside Troy Had to take the switch from neph, that's a outside toy Even if it ain't a blog, them boys down five points What I stuffed in a loose leaf about five joints Why you tryna play? You be done 'bout died, boy If I told you 'bout your bae, you be done 'bout cried, boy Two-seventy-five, ninety-four, seventy-five I done made a hundred off them three 'bout seventy times Every badge maxed out, I guess I'm a demigod Totin' two- six, servin' bills, guess I'm Le'Veon I ain't eat with you at lunch, unless your name was Kevion Talkin' 'bout he gon' kill us, like, what type of Fent' he on Overdid the shrooms, everything square pentagons You used to tell mom, but now you tell the cops Heard they caught him with the dog, he should've stuck to sellin' Za' Shotta hit all eight shots, he far from a cheddar bomb I don't care if he toss a lil' rock, send a bomb, I'mma send the mob It's a prop what I tell the cops Three words when we touch down, "Set up shop" If she get incentivised, fuck around, press the bop Boy, the spot got more food in it than a restaurant G6, I'm finna transform like a Decepticon Know the bitch face, but her name, can't remember it He ain't got a bone in his back, doggy tenderin' Camouflage chrome heart like I'm eatin' venison Camouflage TRX, lookin' like a veteran Long live the gang Long live the gang, Tris pops for they remembrance I'll let 'em have the whole clip, shit, I'm generous Tell yo' bitch duck and turn her bob, Ellen DeGeneres Morocco China better treat me like the president He ain't the main character, his middle name, irrelevant Shit, I'm probably somewhere out of town you never went Handin' the clerk an amount you ain't never spent He ain't ever sent to blitz, he assistant coach If I can't get no head, bitch, what you my assistant for? Ballin' brodie choppa with the kick, I'm assistin' G.O.A.T Already took Earth over, bitch, it's a Militia globe A hunnid blunts, it ain't no way we don't get fee'd for smokin' We gon' make it very hard to sleep and put the Reaper on 'em Guarantee I make her hit her knees off of a wink emoji $hittyBoyz, toilet got a forty-inch TV on it What, his ears don't work 'cause the CCs on him? Fans act crazy in my DMs when the CD loadin' Game point, fuck around and hit the GG on him Can't believe you trust that lil' ho, she be pee-pee blowin' Final form when I'm nowhere near my last phase I just think about the old times on my bad days Huh, high as hell, just be reminiscin' I had a pocket full of lit, so I'ma spend some chicken It's only right I act a fool I wish I would've brought a snorkel, that bitch had a pool Don't let us catch you countin' sheep, I'm with a pack of wolves [Outro] Aye, yeah, ShittyBoyz, Dogshit Militia Mmm, aye Aye, aye, aye Bitch, shh