SEE DEMONS (feat. King Don)

You know what that mean
Aye get his ass
Gang Gang Gang (For real)

Bitch I can show but you aint seen it
Know I'm heating up and all this ice keep me anemic
Rockin christian loubs in church but off these percs know I see demons
Put the choppa to a Stanley
Its gon burn 'em like a steamer its a mop stick when we clean 'em
Just put fifty in my chop and its gon hit like Curtis Lofton
Know some real slimey bitches that's gon kick it wit dem bosses
Know some real slimey niggas that's gon run inside some houses
Seen the kid without his mask he act surprised when we had caught 'em

Put a bitch at yo front door and we gon come in thru the back
Nigga pressed to fuck the hoe when she just fucking for a sack
All this shit a nigga pouring up believe I never lack
Home invasions turn to funerals we came dressed in all black
Bitch we masked up conversate with god and then I go and some bad stuff
I aint cuff the hoe I hit the bitch and then I passed her
Rockin Christian Dior while I still serve to the pastor
Hell cats or track hawks we gon pull off in some fast stuff
Damn the lil hoe bad aint it
You den went and fell in love and den went out sad aint it
Never trust these bitches only thing I heard my dad say
He den raised a slime ball I can show you how a slime play

Bitch I can show but you aint seen it
Know I'm heating up and all this ice keep me anemic
Rockin christian loubs in church but off these percs know I see demons
Put the choppa to a Stanley
Its gon burn 'em like a steamer its a mop stick when we clean 'em
Just put fifty in my chop and its gon hit like Curtis Lofton
Know some real slimey bitches that's gon kick it wit dem bosses
Know some real slimey niggas that's gon run inside some houses (For real)
Seen the kid without his mask he act surprised when we had caught 'em

Watch how you talk to me
Amiri denim on my jeans she see the drip she lost at sea
Push to start the whip bitch I'll be damn if I still got a key
Heart up in the trenches no offense but that's just how we bleed
Hop up in the whip we did the dash up in the coup
Its three of us that's slid'n but this choppa make a group
I swear I can be a preacher how I'm spittin in the booth
Shorty see I'm gettin money now she slurp me like I'm soup (Uhn)
Tell broski get his betta hit the gas
Might have to beat him like my knuckles not dwelling on the past
Bitch this choppa shoot a movie and yo homies be the cast
Put 'em in the grass thought he was a gangsta nigga pose to be in class

Bitch I can show but you aint seen it
Know I'm heating up and all this ice keep me anemic
Rockin christian loubs in church but off these percs know I see demons
Put the choppa to a Stanley
Its gon burn 'em like a steamer its a mop stick when we clean 'em
Just put fifty in my chop and its gon hit like Curtis Lofton
Know some real slimey bitches that's gon kick it wit dem bosses
Know some real slimey niggas that's gon run inside some houses
Seen the kid without his mask he act surprised when we had caught 'em



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Writer(s): Ron Copeland
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