No More TALK
I'm working on dying
(BNYX)
Ridin' with my demons, I can't take nothin' back
Yeah (yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest friends, ah
Money make 'em do 'em something, put 'em in a trance (I-I'm)
Whole lot of mud inside this motherf*ckin' buildin' (yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of motherf*ckin' money in this buildin' (shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Urus (oh-oh), I said, "Hell, yeah"
Pullin' up on people, now they ask me (skrrt), yeah, yeah (I-I'm)
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' patek, I said, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah)
Where you think I got this f*ckin' money? I said, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah, woah)
Off this f*ckin' muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (shh)
All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Woah, ah, I-I'm)
"How the f*ck you play me in the worst, ain't adding up, yeah?" (yeah-ah)
All this f*ckin' cash, I'm winnin', spin, I still won't buy it (yeah)
Santa Clara, yeah my bitches, bad bitches, naughty (yeah)
I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (oh, yeah)
Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up
Hoppin' inside of the Bentley, then whippin' it
Spittin', that muhf*ckin' clean it up (ah)
Swervin' then dippin', and your bitch get sad, then motherf*cker eatin' up
I give a f*ck what they sayin', the motherf*ckin' rest, the best, I heard enough
Shut up, shut up, shut up bitch, yeah, heard enough (yeah)
All these motherf*ckers dead, they motherf*ckin' snitchin', motherf*ckin' slurpin' up
Heard that they wanna come beef with the kid, in that body be spillin', they turnin' up
I just be wanna be geeked in a minute, the sky, the private jet it not enough (yeah)
Wait, I can't let it up, bitch, it not addin' up
Some of these moves we learnin', some of these names, some of them sad enough (yeah)
Half of these motheruckin' rappers copyin' my swag, I'm done playin' daddy's son
I'm already up in the space, these motherf*ckers done 'cause I already done enough
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ridin' with my demons, I can't take nothin' back
Yeah (yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest friends, ah
Money make 'em do 'em something, put 'em in a trance (I-I'm)
Whole lot of mud inside this motherf*ckin' buildin' (yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of motherf*ckin' money in this buildin' (shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Urus (oh-oh), I said, "Hell, yeah"
Pullin' up on people, now they ask me (skrrt), yeah, yeah (I-I'm)
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' patek, I said, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah)
Where you think I got this f*ckin' money? I said, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah, woah)
Off this f*ckin' muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (shh)
All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Woah, ah, I-I'm)
"How the f*ck you play me in the worst, ain't adding up, yeah?" (yeah-ah)
All this f*ckin' cash, I'm winnin', spin, I still won't buy it (yeah)
Santa Clara, yeah my bitches, bad bitches, naughty (yeah)
I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (oh, yeah)
Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up
Hoppin' inside of the Bentley, then whippin' it
Spittin', that muhf*ckin' clean it up (ah)
Swervin' then dippin', and your bitch get sad, then motherf*cker eatin' up
I give a f*ck what they sayin', the motherf*ckin' rest, the best, I heard enough
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(BNYX)
Ridin' with my demons, I can't take nothin' back
Yeah (yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest friends, ah
Money make 'em do 'em something, put 'em in a trance (I-I'm)
Whole lot of mud inside this motherf*ckin' buildin' (yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of motherf*ckin' money in this buildin' (shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Urus (oh-oh), I said, "Hell, yeah"
Pullin' up on people, now they ask me (skrrt), yeah, yeah (I-I'm)
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' patek, I said, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah)
Where you think I got this f*ckin' money? I said, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah, woah)
Off this f*ckin' muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (shh)
All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Woah, ah, I-I'm)
"How the f*ck you play me in the worst, ain't adding up, yeah?" (yeah-ah)
All this f*ckin' cash, I'm winnin', spin, I still won't buy it (yeah)
Santa Clara, yeah my bitches, bad bitches, naughty (yeah)
I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (oh, yeah)
Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up
Hoppin' inside of the Bentley, then whippin' it
Spittin', that muhf*ckin' clean it up (ah)
Swervin' then dippin', and your bitch get sad, then motherf*cker eatin' up
I give a f*ck what they sayin', the motherf*ckin' rest, the best, I heard enough
Shut up, shut up, shut up bitch, yeah, heard enough (yeah)
All these motherf*ckers dead, they motherf*ckin' snitchin', motherf*ckin' slurpin' up
Heard that they wanna come beef with the kid, in that body be spillin', they turnin' up
I just be wanna be geeked in a minute, the sky, the private jet it not enough (yeah)
Wait, I can't let it up, bitch, it not addin' up
Some of these moves we learnin', some of these names, some of them sad enough (yeah)
Half of these motheruckin' rappers copyin' my swag, I'm done playin' daddy's son
I'm already up in the space, these motherf*ckers done 'cause I already done enough
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ridin' with my demons, I can't take nothin' back
Yeah (yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest friends, ah
Money make 'em do 'em something, put 'em in a trance (I-I'm)
Whole lot of mud inside this motherf*ckin' buildin' (yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of motherf*ckin' money in this buildin' (shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Urus (oh-oh), I said, "Hell, yeah"
Pullin' up on people, now they ask me (skrrt), yeah, yeah (I-I'm)
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' patek, I said, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah)
Where you think I got this f*ckin' money? I said, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah, woah)
Off this f*ckin' muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (shh)
All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Woah, ah, I-I'm)
"How the f*ck you play me in the worst, ain't adding up, yeah?" (yeah-ah)
All this f*ckin' cash, I'm winnin', spin, I still won't buy it (yeah)
Santa Clara, yeah my bitches, bad bitches, naughty (yeah)
I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (oh, yeah)
Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up
Hoppin' inside of the Bentley, then whippin' it
Spittin', that muhf*ckin' clean it up (ah)
Swervin' then dippin', and your bitch get sad, then motherf*cker eatin' up
I give a f*ck what they sayin', the motherf*ckin' rest, the best, I heard enough
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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