Demon

Lyrics

[Intro] Everybody wanna talk about But nobody's rising [Chorus] Everybody wanna talk about kings of drill But nobody's flowing like this I'm a veteran and I'm better than any motherfucker that you want to put in front of the kid And everybody wanna scream out demon But ain't nobody rising shit I just put 2 bags on the .32 off this rocket and leave man on his hip [Verse] Jump out, wheel it, big crip, mob ties, no cap, they cap All they do is talk fibs Ay bro its the life I live He try @ me and his crib got lit We don't drive by just run up and dump on pricks Look how we got down (Beep) (Skum?) Look how we got down (Beep) (ZK?) Look how we got down (Beep) Look how we got down (Beep) Too many names I can mention Little man got chinged and put in detention Big bike, roll up, jump off, Ima get him Same way YY try stretch him I don't wanna hear no more talking I bet you go ride for your bredrin *** is dead I wonder who gon' be next (Who?) And all of that verbal Little man you know I ain't impressed Still back it wave it man stretch If I catch him then he's dead You know that S is the best If I pop out then you're Giddy up, giddy up aw man it's amazing 2 blades in the mains, stay raging Tell YS catch up and grave him If he's on S aw man just blaze it Dirty .32 aw man it's amazing Dirty .32 aw man it's a- I was up front playing striker with a long one got me doing up tactics You ain't ever splashed down down broad day Had to go O and bake with a bad bitch I was in the field got me doing up madness everyday Hoopty fucker with a ratchet I got packs we trap I'm slanging Fuck rap no caps still banging You can find me in the 12Side flagging Anything (bleep) man grab it Anything (bleep) man whack it And this long ones fucked you all better dust when Sancho back it And I don't know nuttin' bout lacking I stay with protection You run up and splash him And I just put 5 on my Queens Bitch these ain't your usual splashes Opp thots want love and hugs Bitch give me uck and let me buss on your lashes I got foot stalls, shanks and mashes Bu-duum jeet it aiming through mattress Bad one arch it can you hack it This ain't your standard racket And all of my opps them broke We put smoke and them boy can't manage And the last time we dished pokes we had blood all on your mac fabric You can't war with me, dickhead If you ain't got rackage, I got racks don't make a n**** splash it Don't make a nigga splash it [Outro] Niggass know I ain't in none of that he say, she say shit All that fucking talking stuff, stop Or put some fucking money in your pockets Lil bum arse niggas Niggas know I'm fucking back It's Mr Most- It's Mr Most- It's Mr Most- It's Mr Most Hated