Dëmon tied

Lyrics

[Intro] (I-I'm—) (I-I'm—) (I-I'm working on dying) (BNYX) Hmm Woo-hoo, hmm, woo (Hmm) [Chorus] Man, the devil been watching my ties, man, the devil been watching my eyes When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown now I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty-five (Five) I'm knowing I had a fit (Fit), I'm changing the rules like a ref, hah I grab on that bitch like a steel, I just clap on this bitch like a fiend, yeah Pull up on the jet while it land Pull up to LA with a bag, yeah Pull up to New York with a stack (Yeah) I just be quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag (Yeah) Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar Call up Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I'm pushing this bitch on the blacktop (Yeah, yes) I dropped 500K, bitch, I tweak, did this shit all in my sleep (Swerve) Madе it back, two M's, yeah I don't sleep (Swerve, swеrve) On speed dial, bitch, yeah, you weak (Swerve, swerve) I know when the world fuck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep (Swerve) I run up the motherfuckin' M's, I'm touching a M each week I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat [Verse] I told them to shut the fuck up, that all of their shit is so weak Pull up and stab on they ass, pull up and pull up the grass, huh I drop a mil' on a tab, but nah, I ain't paying it back, bitch (Uh) I promise, lil' bitch, you'll get stabbed, I'm puttin' a fork in your back I'm blowin' your bae up, huh, I'm callin' your pap, callin' your dad It's time to collect, all of my money, all of my swag, I'm takin' it back Shut your lil' mouth or shut the fuck up or shut your lil' trap (Shut your lil' trap) I was just swervin' that Demon, was swervin' and dodgin' the motherfuckin' cops You can pull up to my crib, and you gon' end up dead (Bah, bah) [Chorus] Man, the devil been watching my ties, man, the devil been watching my eyes When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown now I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty-five (Five) I'm knowing I had a fit, I'm changing the rules like a ref, hah I grab on that bitch like a steel, I just clap on this bitch like a fiend, yeah Pull up on the jet while it land Pull up to LA with a bag Pull up to New York with a stack I just be quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar Call up Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I'm pushing this bitch on the blacktop (Yeah, yes) I dropped 500K, bitch, I tweak, did this shit all in my sleep Made it back, two M's, yeah I don't sleep On speed dial, bitch, yeah, you weak (I'm knowin' the world fuck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep) (I run up the motherfuckin' M's, I'm touching the M each week) (I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat) (Hmm, hmm) (Hmm)