Demons
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I got some demons on my back
I put my shooters on the map
30 round get him if he lack
Drip down, know I spent a pack
Big body, same color crack
New thottie love to throw it back
I just gotta swipe, no app
We gon' get these racks, no cap
Yeah, savage, uh
She gon' shake it for a savage
All for the green cash, call it cabbage
I'm off the pills, lean, can't balance
Yeah, trappin', huh
We got the trap doin' backflips
Roll up the gas, countin' up the baggage
She got a fat ass, I'ma slap it, huh
Yeah, shooter gang got 'em shook
Step in that kitchen, choppa get you cooked
Ayy, flip a nigga like a book
Fuck with the gang, souls gettin' took
Ayy, bleed it, huh, tell 'em don't speak it
Can we fuck and keep it secret?
Ayy, reasons, huh, fuck it, I'm leaving
Bitches switch up like the seasons
I got some demons on my back
I put my shooters on the map
30 round get him if he lack
Drip down, know I spent a pack
Big body, same color crack
New thottie love to throw it back
I just gotta swipe, no app
We gon' get these racks, no cap (look, look)
I be chillin' but I be lovin' war, look
Sleepy, you know who to call
Been on watch since a nigga been kickin' doors, look
Used to swing the .44
Heavy traps, we don't carry no .22's
We can fight, I don't care if I win or lose
Diagnosis, unlucky, look
Alone in the dark while I thought of my sickest moves
Alone, I was broke, wasn't gettin' money, look
Need it, I take it from you
Now we get you, pop up all a sudden, look
No rest, even on a Sunday
Free up the gang, look, huh
You know that they watchin' us, huh
T2MB be the team
All they family and ain't no departing us, huh
I got some demons on my back
I put my shooters on the map
30 round get him if he lack
Drip down, know I spent a pack
Big body, same color crack
New thottie love to throw it back
I just gotta swipe, no app
We gon' get these racks, no cap
Yeah, savage, look
She gon' shake it for a savage
All for the green-green, call it cabbage
I'm off the pills, lean, can't balance, huh
Yeah, trappin', huh
We got the trap doin' backflips
Roll up the gas, countin' up the baggage
She got a fat ass, I'ma slap it, huh
Yeah (yeah)
I got some demons on my back
I put my shooters on the map
30 round get him if he lack
Drip down, know I spent a pack
Big body, same color crack
New thottie love to throw it back
I just gotta swipe, no app
We gon' get these racks, no cap
Yeah, savage, uh
She gon' shake it for a savage
All for the green cash, call it cabbage
I'm off the pills, lean, can't balance
Yeah, trappin', huh
We got the trap doin' backflips
Roll up the gas, countin' up the baggage
She got a fat ass, I'ma slap it, huh
Yeah, shooter gang got 'em shook
Step in that kitchen, choppa get you cooked
Ayy, flip a nigga like a book
Fuck with the gang, souls gettin' took
Ayy, bleed it, huh, tell 'em don't speak it
Can we fuck and keep it secret?
Ayy, reasons, huh, fuck it, I'm leaving
Bitches switch up like the seasons
I got some demons on my back
I put my shooters on the map
30 round get him if he lack
Drip down, know I spent a pack
Big body, same color crack
New thottie love to throw it back
I just gotta swipe, no app
We gon' get these racks, no cap (look, look)
I be chillin' but I be lovin' war, look
Sleepy, you know who to call
Been on watch since a nigga been kickin' doors, look
Used to swing the .44
Heavy traps, we don't carry no .22's
We can fight, I don't care if I win or lose
Diagnosis, unlucky, look
Alone in the dark while I thought of my sickest moves
Alone, I was broke, wasn't gettin' money, look
Need it, I take it from you
Now we get you, pop up all a sudden, look
No rest, even on a Sunday
Free up the gang, look, huh
You know that they watchin' us, huh
T2MB be the team
All they family and ain't no departing us, huh
I got some demons on my back
I put my shooters on the map
30 round get him if he lack
Drip down, know I spent a pack
Big body, same color crack
New thottie love to throw it back
I just gotta swipe, no app
We gon' get these racks, no cap
Yeah, savage, look
She gon' shake it for a savage
All for the green-green, call it cabbage
I'm off the pills, lean, can't balance, huh
Yeah, trappin', huh
We got the trap doin' backflips
Roll up the gas, countin' up the baggage
She got a fat ass, I'ma slap it, huh
Yeah (yeah)
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Writer(s): Simon James, Benjamin Hall
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