Dapper Demon
This that savage shit
Sprayground on my back
So you know I'm quick to bag a bitch
I know some niggas who be
Hanging with the activist
Never lacking
Cuz you know we moving militant
I from that place
Can't leave yo plate
Cuz we got rats and shit
I hop out the whip
Boom
He can't come back again
You know you we be runnin the hood like franklin
Neva be leavin no witnesses
Off of the gas
Yea you know I be stankin
Shoutout to Sg
We shootin a film
If a nigga want my head
Tell em get his money right
Just to numb the pain
I Fill the foam up wit the dirty sprite
Fightin demons so I toss and turn
And I can't sleep at night
Stacked that bread up To the ceiling
Make the Trap gone jump like Mike
Ten toes
Doin donuts hangin out the window
Smoke a wood under the stars
Slice his ass like kimbo
Cut throat
Like a golf course got Left wit hella holes
I felt like stripper in them trenches
Know I need the pole
This that rap shit playin you get clapped bitch
Str8 hot shit clean up we finna mop shot
Everyday like it's another problem
Ian worried bout it
If he thinkin he the shit you know knock the terd out em
Gotta sacrifice yo life that's just to show yo love valid
So much red up in my cup
I think I got a mud virus
Pain
So I can't think the same time
Poppin pills done killed my brain
I been gettin to the chicken
Think I work at raisin canes
Bape shit
Gorrila in the jungle
Bet he won't survive
Walk down
Wit my evil twin
It's like we synchronized
All these niggas claim they killas
You not what you advertised
Put ha in that leg lock
Call the doctor
Think she paralyzed
Off White
Huncho be that nigga
Put that shit on
I fuck ha good
And make ha leave the crib
Wit ha lace wrong
Call of duty
If we spin the block
Bet he can't respawn
Rip to all the fallen
Know forever
Your name live on
One mouth
Too much talkin
He get hit wit three shots
Red Rum
It's Gone be a murda
For a blood clot
Leave ha ass out of breath
Shake that ass like
This a tik tok
Switch a get to spittin
Make a nigga hit that beat box
One mouth
Too much talkin
He get hit wit three shots
Red Rum
It's Gone be a murda
For a blood clot
Leave ha ass out of breath
Shake that ass like
This a tik tok
Switch a get to spittin
Make a nigga hit that beat box
Sprayground on my back
So you know I'm quick to bag a bitch
I know some niggas who be
Hanging with the activist
Never lacking
Cuz you know we moving militant
I from that place
Can't leave yo plate
Cuz we got rats and shit
I hop out the whip
Boom
He can't come back again
You know you we be runnin the hood like franklin
Neva be leavin no witnesses
Off of the gas
Yea you know I be stankin
Shoutout to Sg
We shootin a film
If a nigga want my head
Tell em get his money right
Just to numb the pain
I Fill the foam up wit the dirty sprite
Fightin demons so I toss and turn
And I can't sleep at night
Stacked that bread up To the ceiling
Make the Trap gone jump like Mike
Ten toes
Doin donuts hangin out the window
Smoke a wood under the stars
Slice his ass like kimbo
Cut throat
Like a golf course got Left wit hella holes
I felt like stripper in them trenches
Know I need the pole
This that rap shit playin you get clapped bitch
Str8 hot shit clean up we finna mop shot
Everyday like it's another problem
Ian worried bout it
If he thinkin he the shit you know knock the terd out em
Gotta sacrifice yo life that's just to show yo love valid
So much red up in my cup
I think I got a mud virus
Pain
So I can't think the same time
Poppin pills done killed my brain
I been gettin to the chicken
Think I work at raisin canes
Bape shit
Gorrila in the jungle
Bet he won't survive
Walk down
Wit my evil twin
It's like we synchronized
All these niggas claim they killas
You not what you advertised
Put ha in that leg lock
Call the doctor
Think she paralyzed
Off White
Huncho be that nigga
Put that shit on
I fuck ha good
And make ha leave the crib
Wit ha lace wrong
Call of duty
If we spin the block
Bet he can't respawn
Rip to all the fallen
Know forever
Your name live on
One mouth
Too much talkin
He get hit wit three shots
Red Rum
It's Gone be a murda
For a blood clot
Leave ha ass out of breath
Shake that ass like
This a tik tok
Switch a get to spittin
Make a nigga hit that beat box
One mouth
Too much talkin
He get hit wit three shots
Red Rum
It's Gone be a murda
For a blood clot
Leave ha ass out of breath
Shake that ass like
This a tik tok
Switch a get to spittin
Make a nigga hit that beat box
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Writer(s): Qadiir Wajd
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