Devilish Ways
You can see it in my eye I ain't scared to die
I be chilling with the Reaper we be getting hella high
I'm gon have that chopper singing that gon be your lullaby
If you f****** with me promise I'm gon make your momma cry
Devilish ways whatever pays
Not in the operah but I make some plays
I got a chopper and it giving fades
I got your bish and I'm f****** her face
Walking around with a Glock on my waist
They wanna test me I give em a taste
They acting up they get put in their place
I be too smart I ain't catching a case
They say I'm bad I'm mixed with a demon
They did me bad so I left em bleeding
They in a bag no they ain't breathing
All about a bag just know that I'm scheming
My money long just know that I'm eating
They do me wrong and I'm getting even
I'm all alone I'm on my own
Nobody stayed they all be leaving
Nah I'm kool I don't need nobody they just switching up
I keep a tool it gon catch a body then I switch it up
Glock 22 it stay on my body I'm gon itch it up
Like what it do laser on your body it gon fix it up
I don't need a team I just need a beam
Give me red or green on this nine teen
Yea my shot clean put em in a dream
Go and shake him up he ain't waking up
I got some youngins in Memphis
That doing home visits don't care bout a witness
I handle my business I'm working the digits
My bag be heavy I'm carrying midgets
The 9 in my britches like don't make me vicious
And just stay away if you gon act suspicious
I'm counting my riches I'm f****** bad bishes
The d*** make em listen they doing my dishes
Im a devil in the bed my d*** can possess her
She be doing what I said she gon say yes sir
Never made it to the bed we f***** on the dresser
She gon give that super head I call her professor
Squeezing on her throat Ima leave her soaked
D*** gon make her choke she ain't got no hope
She bust like my gun we gon have some fun
She know she can't run till I'm f****** done
Devilish ways I gotta sin
I f***** your bish and I'll do it again
She like my smile devilish grin
She like how I'm real I don't pretend
She met the Devil and she fell in love I got that special touch
Whole nother level I came from above I don't be talking much
Roll with the metal i left him in blood look like he spilt his punch
I do not settle I'm stacking it up I'll make a mil for lunch
I feel them horns they be growing it's harder to hide em I might let em show
Go ask a ouija board if you should play with me promise its gonna say no
She wanna f*** with the Devil and I wanna see just how far she can go
I got these horns so I know I'm the Devil but I also might be the goat
Devilish ways whatever pays
Not in the operah but I make some plays
I got a chopper and it giving fades
I got your bish and I'm f****** her face
Walking around with a Glock on my waist
They wanna test me I give em a taste
They acting up they get put in their place
I be too smart I ain't catching a case
Devilish ways whatever pays
Not in the operah but I make some plays
I got a chopper and it giving fades
I got your bish and I'm f****** her face
Walking around with a Glock on my waist
They wanna test me I give em a taste
They acting up they get put in their place
I be too smart I ain't catching a case
I be chilling with the Reaper we be getting hella high
I'm gon have that chopper singing that gon be your lullaby
If you f****** with me promise I'm gon make your momma cry
Devilish ways whatever pays
Not in the operah but I make some plays
I got a chopper and it giving fades
I got your bish and I'm f****** her face
Walking around with a Glock on my waist
They wanna test me I give em a taste
They acting up they get put in their place
I be too smart I ain't catching a case
They say I'm bad I'm mixed with a demon
They did me bad so I left em bleeding
They in a bag no they ain't breathing
All about a bag just know that I'm scheming
My money long just know that I'm eating
They do me wrong and I'm getting even
I'm all alone I'm on my own
Nobody stayed they all be leaving
Nah I'm kool I don't need nobody they just switching up
I keep a tool it gon catch a body then I switch it up
Glock 22 it stay on my body I'm gon itch it up
Like what it do laser on your body it gon fix it up
I don't need a team I just need a beam
Give me red or green on this nine teen
Yea my shot clean put em in a dream
Go and shake him up he ain't waking up
I got some youngins in Memphis
That doing home visits don't care bout a witness
I handle my business I'm working the digits
My bag be heavy I'm carrying midgets
The 9 in my britches like don't make me vicious
And just stay away if you gon act suspicious
I'm counting my riches I'm f****** bad bishes
The d*** make em listen they doing my dishes
Im a devil in the bed my d*** can possess her
She be doing what I said she gon say yes sir
Never made it to the bed we f***** on the dresser
She gon give that super head I call her professor
Squeezing on her throat Ima leave her soaked
D*** gon make her choke she ain't got no hope
She bust like my gun we gon have some fun
She know she can't run till I'm f****** done
Devilish ways I gotta sin
I f***** your bish and I'll do it again
She like my smile devilish grin
She like how I'm real I don't pretend
She met the Devil and she fell in love I got that special touch
Whole nother level I came from above I don't be talking much
Roll with the metal i left him in blood look like he spilt his punch
I do not settle I'm stacking it up I'll make a mil for lunch
I feel them horns they be growing it's harder to hide em I might let em show
Go ask a ouija board if you should play with me promise its gonna say no
She wanna f*** with the Devil and I wanna see just how far she can go
I got these horns so I know I'm the Devil but I also might be the goat
Devilish ways whatever pays
Not in the operah but I make some plays
I got a chopper and it giving fades
I got your bish and I'm f****** her face
Walking around with a Glock on my waist
They wanna test me I give em a taste
They acting up they get put in their place
I be too smart I ain't catching a case
Devilish ways whatever pays
Not in the operah but I make some plays
I got a chopper and it giving fades
I got your bish and I'm f****** her face
Walking around with a Glock on my waist
They wanna test me I give em a taste
They acting up they get put in their place
I be too smart I ain't catching a case
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Writer(s): Landon Huber
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