Demon Party
(Turn me up, Dissan)
I got a song to tell right now, uhm
I was just thinkin' back on, from my, on my side of town
It really like, and it went a little somethin' like this
Steady gettin' high, I can't sleep, ooh, what I
'Cause the demons party all night long
Get it? Hahaha, haha
Yeah ('cause the demons party all night long)
I got the drugs, I ain't takin' no break
How many sticks in this bitch? It's 'bout eight
How many bitches I wanna hit? Eight
Can't see my eyes behind Cartier frames
Bitch, I'm a boss, I ain't throwin' no shade
Bitch, I'm bussed down from my watch to my chain
Made it from a jail cell, came out of poverty
Hard body, concrete, swing with them Ks
Flash out with these whips, make that bitch do a maze
Bitch, I'm a pimp, I got too many rings
I can't remember her, too many names
Just like the watch, I be switchin' the face
I want a yacht, sell that Bentley today
Fuck it, them crackers tryna get me for days
Go tell my label to bigger my budget
My stylist brought me too many damn things
Make another 30 million up inside of an eight-month span
Now my brother runnin' with the nigga sayin' he don't fuck with me, damn
For to hide all these bitches, might as well go and buy more land
I'll hit a nigga ass with the Drac' with his baby in his hands, with his baby in his hands
I'ma die cryin', killed 'bout these millions
Don't play with these bands, nigga, don't play with these bands
Buy designer everything, got these hoes by the piece, took 'em off the peak fallin' off
All these scary-ass niggas facin' me, now they tryna see if they come over
Oh, I
'Cause the demons party all night long
'Cause the demons party all night long
'Cause the demons party all night long
Swing with the stick, when they come, bust in their head
Playin' with my name, I'ma put you on obituary
Broke-ass nigga, ol' scary-ass nigga dead
I got the bitch way from Baltimore, coat tailin'
Spray on a nigga, we don't give the boy no leverage
Shot it while she drive, hope the bitch don't go tell it
I was dead broke, "Cut some grass" what my mama tell me
I got a song to tell right now, uhm
I was just thinkin' back on, from my, on my side of town
It really like, and it went a little somethin' like this
Steady gettin' high, I can't sleep, ooh, what I
'Cause the demons party all night long
Get it? Hahaha, haha
Yeah ('cause the demons party all night long)
I got the drugs, I ain't takin' no break
How many sticks in this bitch? It's 'bout eight
How many bitches I wanna hit? Eight
Can't see my eyes behind Cartier frames
Bitch, I'm a boss, I ain't throwin' no shade
Bitch, I'm bussed down from my watch to my chain
Made it from a jail cell, came out of poverty
Hard body, concrete, swing with them Ks
Flash out with these whips, make that bitch do a maze
Bitch, I'm a pimp, I got too many rings
I can't remember her, too many names
Just like the watch, I be switchin' the face
I want a yacht, sell that Bentley today
Fuck it, them crackers tryna get me for days
Go tell my label to bigger my budget
My stylist brought me too many damn things
Make another 30 million up inside of an eight-month span
Now my brother runnin' with the nigga sayin' he don't fuck with me, damn
For to hide all these bitches, might as well go and buy more land
I'll hit a nigga ass with the Drac' with his baby in his hands, with his baby in his hands
I'ma die cryin', killed 'bout these millions
Don't play with these bands, nigga, don't play with these bands
Buy designer everything, got these hoes by the piece, took 'em off the peak fallin' off
All these scary-ass niggas facin' me, now they tryna see if they come over
Oh, I
'Cause the demons party all night long
'Cause the demons party all night long
'Cause the demons party all night long
Swing with the stick, when they come, bust in their head
Playin' with my name, I'ma put you on obituary
Broke-ass nigga, ol' scary-ass nigga dead
I got the bitch way from Baltimore, coat tailin'
Spray on a nigga, we don't give the boy no leverage
Shot it while she drive, hope the bitch don't go tell it
I was dead broke, "Cut some grass" what my mama tell me
Credits
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Ville Mostrom, Julian Varlet, Slave Sekutkoski
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