Demon time
Demons in my head, two guns on my bed
Is you fucking with me or you trying to get the bread
Come and get it then
I won't let it happen, but I guess you can pretend
I don't care
You ain't real, dawg
Who is you, and Who you fucking with dawg
You ain't shit, dawg
Better stay away before I hit your shit, dawg
You a bitch, dawg
Your girl trying to do a dick, I told her make it quick, though
Imma make a couple mill before I quit thought
Let me talk my shit, bro
Tell me, what the deal? bro
I'm on demon time, I ain't wasting time on shit, bro
Gotta make it clear, bro
All my money clean, dawg
I ain't got no money and no time for a cheap hoe
I ain't got no patience
I ain't got no love
Old bitch called my phone
Said I don't love u anymore
I don't give a fuck
You ain't nothing but a bitch, I got ten more
But I never flex about no bitch, that shit lame, bro
Imma flex my money cuz i'm rich, and you still broke
Bitch, I still getting high as shit and you still low
I still poppin' oxy for the thrill, I can't feel nun
I feel so numb, my heart too cold my neck too cold, my wrist cold too
On my coat I got plenty drugs, baby I'm the plug
You fucking with the bros, you an Opp too
All my homies say that I'm the goat, fuck is you doing
Is you fucking with me or you trying to get the bread
Come and get it then
I won't let it happen, but I guess you can pretend
I don't care
You ain't real, dawg
Who is you, and Who you fucking with dawg
You ain't shit, dawg
Better stay away before I hit your shit, dawg
You a bitch, dawg
Your girl trying to do a dick, I told her make it quick, though
Imma make a couple mill before I quit thought
Let me talk my shit, bro
Tell me, what the deal? bro
I'm on demon time, I ain't wasting time on shit, bro
Gotta make it clear, bro
All my money clean, dawg
I ain't got no money and no time for a cheap hoe
I ain't got no patience
I ain't got no love
Old bitch called my phone
Said I don't love u anymore
I don't give a fuck
You ain't nothing but a bitch, I got ten more
But I never flex about no bitch, that shit lame, bro
Imma flex my money cuz i'm rich, and you still broke
Bitch, I still getting high as shit and you still low
I still poppin' oxy for the thrill, I can't feel nun
I feel so numb, my heart too cold my neck too cold, my wrist cold too
On my coat I got plenty drugs, baby I'm the plug
You fucking with the bros, you an Opp too
All my homies say that I'm the goat, fuck is you doing
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Writer(s): Raul Ramírez
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