Icky Demons

I grew up dealing
I ain't have no funds
So I had to chase the bag up
And really make some run's
And since you askin' bout these fuckin gun's
I might as well pop that trunk
And show you how we have some fun
Aye brodie whip out that automatic
Talkin' bout that double drum switchy
Wit some raw attachment's
I can feel it in my fuckin soul
My brother really gon pass it
Made it out the mud with him first
We both got glistening patek's

Damn C.Y
You killin' me
Used to spin the block in the whip
Now I just be pushin' faster
Hid a new chop in the whip
Dat bitch be makin Casper's
Hit a new opp everyday
Now I'm just tryna catch 'em
And I'm tryna Clay every play
And not get caught lackin'
Hit 'em in his face
wit that Drac
It really get to clapping
They say I'm good at the rap
I really think they cappin'
All I know is sell weed
And get these fucking packs in
Sellin' this motha' fuckin dope
And makin fuckin fraction's
Making all of this pape
And all this fuckin bread
Makin all the sak in the trap's
And through this fuckin rap
I cannot play with this rap
I cannot play with my flow
I cannot play with these hoes
Cause they be thinkin' so bold
They be thinkin' I'm cold
Im just like yeah I know
I be thinkin' bout bread
And getting chicken and head
Getting all of this money
And fuckin all of the honey's
Im not gon play wit you dummy
But I'm gon play you so funny
Then im gon play with ha friend
And ha friend too
Fuckin on ha best friend
And ha sista too
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