D5MAND (feat. Kashroutedillo)

Yea, hop out, let's go to the moon
Hop out, let's go to the moon
(Hop out, let's go to the moon) Yeah, okay
Yea, yea

Hop out the foreign and swerve (Skrr)
That hating ass shit for the birds (Yea)
Just met her, she pull on my shirt
After tonight, kick that shit to the curb (Whoa)
I did this shit with no handouts
She having a fit cuz' I can't be her man now (Yea,yea)
I was just broke, now i'm pulling them bands out (Yea, yea)
Just like a product, I am the demand now

I'm the hot topic for real (Him)
Your bitch catching bodies for real
Don't know who, I'm keeping them sealed
Came from the bottom to profits for real
I gave them everything, yea
Married to this shit, no wedding ring
Rubber bands, up to a tennis chain
I rap like a vet so I keep a cane (Keep a cane)
You do not know me, no, you see that shit from the outside
Hotel room, Airbnb, she keep her mouth wide (Yeah, ah)
You know that I keep, security, nigga, so don't try
50's on me, 100's on me, know that shit gon fly (Cash)

Hop out the foreign and swerve (Skrr)
That hating ass shit for the birds (Yea)
Just met her, she pull on my shirt
After tonight, kick that shit to the curb (Whoa)
I did this shit with no handouts
She having a fit cuz' I cant be her man now (Yea,yea)
I was just broke, now I'm pulling them bands out (Yea, yea)
Just like a product, I am the demand now

Hold on Stretchh let me get 'em (Hold on Stretchh let me get 'em)
Uh
My niggas pull up and march like a band
Used to stay in the trap, that was before the rap, we was playing with post and pans
Remember I had to take a chance, need a hundred grand
Bankroll too big, can't even fit inside my pants (Can't even fit inside my pants)
Watch how I walk on this bitch, let's go (Let'sgo)
Use to fill up the stands, now when I walk out, I fill up arenas (Fill up arenas)
Them niggas couldn't see me then and they can't see me now, bitch I feel like John Cena (Feel like John Cena)
Somehow, we in the sheets, but it feel like we in the ocean, pussy some like Katrina
My bitch bad, she a Latina, hit from the back, make her sing like Selena (Yea, yea)

Hop out the foreign and swerve (Skrr)
That hating ass shit for the birds (Shit for the birds)
Just met her, she pull on my shirt
After tonight, kick that shit to the curb (Shit to the curb)
I did this shit with no handouts
She having a fit cuz' I can't be her man now (Can't be her man, nah)
I was just broke, now I'm pulling them bands out
Just like a product, I am the demand now (I'm the demand)

(Yea, get in there, yea, get in there, yea, yea, yea)
(Get in there, yea, get in there, yea, get in there, yea, yea, nigga let's go)



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Writer(s): Dillon Jackson
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