Demon

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, JK) [Verse] Big 'Woods full of Cookie, I just transformed Never lackin', bro clutchin' on the dance floor Yeah, chalk a nigga like a blackboard Yeah, the way my niggas get to trippin', need a passport, ayy Had a ball with your bitch, now I'm back bored Boy, don't make me slide down like a van door Ayy, out here makin' moves like a landlord Huh, we been punchin' all day, Kids Next Door Ayy, ayy, huh Be right back, I got a neck appointment at four All she wanna do is fuck and play Pandora All I'm thinkin' 'bout is head, how should I ask for it? Catch a vibe, catch this nut, alright, time to leave Put my people through so much, my apologies Everything I ever did was for the family Pops, I'm happy that I got to make you proud of me On my way to them M's, yeah, finally Y'all niggas actin' like hoes, call 'em Tyler P Yeah, heard you havin' money problems, sign to me Off-White hoodie on like it's kinda bleached, ayy Off-White belt like it's dingy I'm a whole different nigga when I fuck her off the Henny I was sleep, she gave me head from the side like a penny We was punchin' Lyfts, doin' turn-arounds, shit was risky Sick I cut my headhunter off, bitch too friendly Fuck around and told the bitch I love her, I'm so silly Big-ass titties on the ratchet, call it Wendy Ain't too proud to beg, David Ruffin, please don't tempt me Nigga, ayy, nigga soft— Ayy Y'all think them niggas cut, but they hoes really, ayy, ayy What you walk around with twenty in your pants for? Shit, I tried to count fifty, but my hands sore She say, "I used to fuck with Marc, he a manwhore" Well, bitch, you shoulda held on, 'cause your man poor Ooh, she deepthroatin', 'bout to make me do the dashboard Chillin' in the presidential suite, feel like Al Gore Huh, drop her right back off on Elmore When that beam in your face, it ain't camcorder, ayy Thousand for these ugly shoes, fuck it, I was bored In the store with two card crackers like a smore Shit'll never ever be the same like it was before Y'all niggas on punishment, still ain't off the porch Your bitch called my Metro, said she want some more Every day I make it home, gotta thank the Lord I know niggas want me dead and gone I could never leave the strap at home Niggas talk down on they mans to hoes For some pussy, they'll sell they soul Lately, I been thinkin' 'bout Rez and Tone For them bands, blow you like a saxophone, huh Lost respect for a lot of niggas, ayy They want me and all my dogs to be in competition Team full of solid niggas, we is not them niggas Don't hit me up, 'cause I'm chargin' all you floppin' niggas Phone on do not disturb, I'm not tryna kick it Gucci receipt so fuckin' long, look like I got a ticket Your stingy ass cuffed that bitch, I was just tryna hit it Yeah, ayy, but I heard she a demon On the road, I been thinkin' Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah Reminiscin', I been fiendin' You the only one know how to eat it Motherfuckin' demon Demon