Demon Slayer

Like I'm og Bobby Johnson
I be smoking on that pack
Nigga keep on talkin shit he gone get put up in a pack
Know this pussy ass nigga naw he ain't from the raq
I told him cool out on that flexing shit before he get a tag
Jus remember I was pushing key while y'all was pushing P
And you can't work on these blocks if you ain't pay big bro a fee
Raised by the apes Niggas you know imma keep it G
It's better chances with yo demons then it is fucking wit me
Cold hearted nigga og was gone up inna streets
Had no choice I had to ball to keep niggas from slangin heat
Mob members like the army dem niggas is all I
need
If these niggas keep on talking a body up onna scene

Yea my niggas really shooting like them niggas from Bagdad
Like curry from the three put it up and it's gone splash
When we shoot no we don't miss we don't spin back we do the dash
Sliding sliding onna e way in dis bitch I do the dash
Looking over to my left I see 12 dey on my ass
Push dis bitch to the ground in this cobra I'm finna crash
Pop up to the party all the lil bitches they lookin bad
Baby off the yerky she gettin loud she shakin ass
Shorty on my body I see ha nigga he gettin mad
If he make one move I call up zaemoney we finna clash
Nigga say he finna catch me I pull up, right to class

Caught the nigga walking home so I ran up I'm on his ass
What the fuck nigga, fuck nigga
Dick with the simi I let it buss nigga, buss nigga
Blitz in the game we finna rush niggas crush niggas
D on the field we finna flush niggas, snuff niggas
Get hit wit the stick I promise you ain't gettin up nigga



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Writer(s): Kyran Taylor
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