Hail Mary
Pull up to the hood
I got my ice on
Why all these demons tryna tempt me
Need a bible
Out of all the guns, i really need a rifle
Then i spray a nigga down like a lysol
Stay shitting on my rivals
Got the rifle I'm a psycho
OG L.A. bitch with a tight flow
Big stacks, straight cash
Yeah, I like those
Playing all these bitches like a xylophone
You smoking on the stress we on the private grown
Pull up in the hood wit' a breitling on
Yo bitch coo, i got a finer hoe
We pulling up in designer clothes
I'm a 'out the concrete' straight rider rose
Always lie to 5-0
Pulling up in the rolls
Bitch, strike a pose
4-5 the foes
Ambitions of a rider' got me feeling like I'm pac
I was on the rock bottom
I ain't talking 'bout the rock
Money in the safe and I'm riding wit a Glock
Case a nigga wanna trip then ima put him in the box
Gun bop-bop
But this shit don't stop
We ain't talk to the cops
Fuck opps
Gun bop-bop
But this shit don't stop
We ain't talk to the cops
Fuck opps
I'm demented
Riding in the whip, windows tinted
Drive-bys on yo block
I be trippin
Mama say I'm crazy
I be trippin
Cus i'm demented
I'm demented
Riding in the whip, windows tinted
Drive-bys on yo block
I be trippin
Mama say I'm crazy
I be trippin
Cus I'm demented
We don't really talk a lot
Bout that action
Get it cracking
We was trapping
Started rapping
Now we in the penthouse
This shit magic
I'm a magnet
Never stagnant
Stacking bills sky high
Till i got a palace
And a yacht filled up with
A gang of the bad bitch
L.A. shit
Yah
I'm a savage
Hannibal Lecter
Leader of my sector
Watch a nigga bleed
Cuz i got a bad temper
These niggas goofies and clowns
And they jesters
Wednesday Adams
Uncle Fester
In my castle i be flexin
Moving around with my smith and wesson
My hood creepy, crip infested
I'm a genie, grant you wishes
I be thuggin through the city moving packs in the benz
Gotta plug in the hills and a bitch in the set
Gotta plug in the East and a plug in the West
Got a 3 on my hand and a 'm' on my chest
All a nigga wanna do is gang bang, chain swang
Hit another lick wit the gang gang
Gang gang
You ain't from the hood, better maintain
All of my niggas, they keep a ak
I'm demented
Riding in the whip, windows tinted
Drive-bys on yo block
I be trippin
Mama say I'm crazy
I be trippin
Cus i'm demented
I'm demented
Riding in the whip, windows tinted
Drive-bys on yo block
I be trippin
Mama say I'm crazy
I be trippin
Cus i'm demented
I got my ice on
Why all these demons tryna tempt me
Need a bible
Out of all the guns, i really need a rifle
Then i spray a nigga down like a lysol
Stay shitting on my rivals
Got the rifle I'm a psycho
OG L.A. bitch with a tight flow
Big stacks, straight cash
Yeah, I like those
Playing all these bitches like a xylophone
You smoking on the stress we on the private grown
Pull up in the hood wit' a breitling on
Yo bitch coo, i got a finer hoe
We pulling up in designer clothes
I'm a 'out the concrete' straight rider rose
Always lie to 5-0
Pulling up in the rolls
Bitch, strike a pose
4-5 the foes
Ambitions of a rider' got me feeling like I'm pac
I was on the rock bottom
I ain't talking 'bout the rock
Money in the safe and I'm riding wit a Glock
Case a nigga wanna trip then ima put him in the box
Gun bop-bop
But this shit don't stop
We ain't talk to the cops
Fuck opps
Gun bop-bop
But this shit don't stop
We ain't talk to the cops
Fuck opps
I'm demented
Riding in the whip, windows tinted
Drive-bys on yo block
I be trippin
Mama say I'm crazy
I be trippin
Cus i'm demented
I'm demented
Riding in the whip, windows tinted
Drive-bys on yo block
I be trippin
Mama say I'm crazy
I be trippin
Cus I'm demented
We don't really talk a lot
Bout that action
Get it cracking
We was trapping
Started rapping
Now we in the penthouse
This shit magic
I'm a magnet
Never stagnant
Stacking bills sky high
Till i got a palace
And a yacht filled up with
A gang of the bad bitch
L.A. shit
Yah
I'm a savage
Hannibal Lecter
Leader of my sector
Watch a nigga bleed
Cuz i got a bad temper
These niggas goofies and clowns
And they jesters
Wednesday Adams
Uncle Fester
In my castle i be flexin
Moving around with my smith and wesson
My hood creepy, crip infested
I'm a genie, grant you wishes
I be thuggin through the city moving packs in the benz
Gotta plug in the hills and a bitch in the set
Gotta plug in the East and a plug in the West
Got a 3 on my hand and a 'm' on my chest
All a nigga wanna do is gang bang, chain swang
Hit another lick wit the gang gang
Gang gang
You ain't from the hood, better maintain
All of my niggas, they keep a ak
I'm demented
Riding in the whip, windows tinted
Drive-bys on yo block
I be trippin
Mama say I'm crazy
I be trippin
Cus i'm demented
I'm demented
Riding in the whip, windows tinted
Drive-bys on yo block
I be trippin
Mama say I'm crazy
I be trippin
Cus i'm demented
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Elizabeth Caceres, Sixto Louden Caceres, Alejandro Christian Jr Fajardo
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