Demon Baby
What you on lil nigga
Check the stats and check the scoreboard
Cause this the murda season
I got niggas with me throwing 4's
And niggas wit me bleeding
Ima pop you even stare wrong
We kill for any reason
Grab the mop, and pop a opp
We hit the spot and then we leaving
Nigga actin rude, dare his ass to move
Knock him out his shoes gimme my bread
Used to wanna hoop now I wanna shoot
Scope from the roof, leave a nigga dead
Been traumatized, been slangin' iron
Murda in eyes, body filled with meds
Lookin out the blinds, flame leave them blind,
Finna blow his mind knockin off his dreads
He had told us for to pull up
What he lookin' out the blinds for
We gone decorate your block with all these dots
Better get a blindfold
In the middle of the shootout
He had asked me I'm like 9 more
And that nigga tried to dip, I dumped the clip
Knocked out his spine cord
Stop texting me bout that hoe (Uhhhhuh)
Man fuck that bitch
Tried to let it slide, he got one more time
Let him run his mouth, then he won't exist
I got all these niggas with me, banging RNG
They sticked up like a forest
One night stand she didn't understand
So when she call I just ignore it
He claimin' that's his clique
We finna make them niggas extinct
He thinking we won't bang, I bust his brain
Then he can't think
You doing all this talking cause you tall
I'll make you shrink
I ain't never been scared to die
You go that lead release the ink
Youngin say he upped on me
That nigga lied
I got something for your family members
Ima make them cry
I just hit they block and missed
You know that I ain't satisfied
You know I'm finna spin again
Until one of them niggas die (Uhhhhuhh)
Check the stats and check the scoreboard
Cause this the murda season
I got niggas wit me throwing 4's
And niggas wit me bleeding
Ima pop you even stare wrong
We kill for any reason
Grab the mop, and pop a opp
We hit the spot and then we leaving
Don't mess with me I'm doped up
Even when I'm sober
Fuck yo set and what you reppin'
Jack throw yo 4's up
He claimin' he gone blow sum
Nigga ain't gone blow nun
More opps at the drop, I'm at they top
Cause it's more fun
Pretty boy too clean, step on the scene
We gotta leave a stain
RNG leave brains in the streets
Ion wanna hear bout what you claim
Beams for the dark, it's just like art
When I start to paint
Yall done brought that demon out
Now who the fuck gone keep me tamed
Check the stats and check the scoreboard
Cause this the murda season
I got niggas wit me throwing 4's
And niggas wit me bleeding
Ima pop you even stare wrong
We kill for any reason
Grab the mop, and pop a opp
We hit the spot and then we leaving
Nigga actin rude, dare his ass to move
Knock him out his shoes gimme my bread
Used to wanna hoop now I wanna shoot
Scope from the roof, leave a nigga dead
Been traumatized, been slangin' iron
Murda in eyes, body filled with meds
Lookin out the blinds, flame leave them blind,
Finna blow his mind knockin off his dreads
Check the stats and check the scoreboard
Cause this the murda season
I got niggas with me throwing 4's
And niggas wit me bleeding
Ima pop you even stare wrong
We kill for any reason
Grab the mop, and pop a opp
We hit the spot and then we leaving
Nigga actin rude, dare his ass to move
Knock him out his shoes gimme my bread
Used to wanna hoop now I wanna shoot
Scope from the roof, leave a nigga dead
Been traumatized, been slangin' iron
Murda in eyes, body filled with meds
Lookin out the blinds, flame leave them blind,
Finna blow his mind knockin off his dreads
He had told us for to pull up
What he lookin' out the blinds for
We gone decorate your block with all these dots
Better get a blindfold
In the middle of the shootout
He had asked me I'm like 9 more
And that nigga tried to dip, I dumped the clip
Knocked out his spine cord
Stop texting me bout that hoe (Uhhhhuh)
Man fuck that bitch
Tried to let it slide, he got one more time
Let him run his mouth, then he won't exist
I got all these niggas with me, banging RNG
They sticked up like a forest
One night stand she didn't understand
So when she call I just ignore it
He claimin' that's his clique
We finna make them niggas extinct
He thinking we won't bang, I bust his brain
Then he can't think
You doing all this talking cause you tall
I'll make you shrink
I ain't never been scared to die
You go that lead release the ink
Youngin say he upped on me
That nigga lied
I got something for your family members
Ima make them cry
I just hit they block and missed
You know that I ain't satisfied
You know I'm finna spin again
Until one of them niggas die (Uhhhhuhh)
Check the stats and check the scoreboard
Cause this the murda season
I got niggas wit me throwing 4's
And niggas wit me bleeding
Ima pop you even stare wrong
We kill for any reason
Grab the mop, and pop a opp
We hit the spot and then we leaving
Don't mess with me I'm doped up
Even when I'm sober
Fuck yo set and what you reppin'
Jack throw yo 4's up
He claimin' he gone blow sum
Nigga ain't gone blow nun
More opps at the drop, I'm at they top
Cause it's more fun
Pretty boy too clean, step on the scene
We gotta leave a stain
RNG leave brains in the streets
Ion wanna hear bout what you claim
Beams for the dark, it's just like art
When I start to paint
Yall done brought that demon out
Now who the fuck gone keep me tamed
Check the stats and check the scoreboard
Cause this the murda season
I got niggas wit me throwing 4's
And niggas wit me bleeding
Ima pop you even stare wrong
We kill for any reason
Grab the mop, and pop a opp
We hit the spot and then we leaving
Nigga actin rude, dare his ass to move
Knock him out his shoes gimme my bread
Used to wanna hoop now I wanna shoot
Scope from the roof, leave a nigga dead
Been traumatized, been slangin' iron
Murda in eyes, body filled with meds
Lookin out the blinds, flame leave them blind,
Finna blow his mind knockin off his dreads
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Writer(s): Jeremiah Hodge
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