Demented Hills

Drip
Play me some drippin man
On sauce

Shoutout to George Clinton (Houdini)
Got me knee deep in some cat, no kitten
She giving me that brain ain't talking bout Princeton (Brain)
She like how i drip, clothes came from Great Britain (Bruv)
This sauce on my chest, just like a ribbon
Fly when i step out, feeling like a pigeon
They wanna know the formula, gotta keep it hidden
Got they notebook ready for the notes to be written

Aye, (OnSauce)
Running shit round this bih, I then built me lap
I'm posted in the hood while I'm rocking that gap
These nighas stay hating gon get pimp slapped
No Charleston White, got the taser, get zapped
Tekeda Taco Bell, You done, it's a wrap
Don't chat too much, so she begging for the snap
All these fish in the sea and I'm slinging like a fishing trap
All these fish in the sea and I'm feeling like aquaman
Cole Makin' Moves having Motion like a ceiling fan (Moves)
Cole Makin' moves cooking up like a sun tan (Cooking)
Call us Sigmund Freud cause we whipping up a master plan
IQ higher than Red and Method Man (Supreme)
Fuck Rick Ross, ima boss, I'm dirty dan
Four pockets full got me gliding like Peter pan (Green)
Four pockets full got me feeling like Kakarot (Hundreds)
93 in the air feeling like an astronaut
Huckabee Hay, hell nawl, absolutely not
Foreign bitch in the Maybach with a drop top
Wanna slut me out but my name ain't Bryson Potts (NLE)
Flava in her ear trying to hit that sweet spot
Like Cochise for the three, I'ma hit the shot (Swish)
Now I'm surfing on her wave cruising like a damn yacht
Woo!

Like Eazy E in that 6'4 (Eazy)
Smooth operator I'm getting dough (Ciabatta)
Putting green in the bag like a lawnmower (Cash)
Grass cut so the snakes won't see it grow
Cold world will knock you down, sub zero (Yuaah)
Laser beam on my hip, got the ammo (Pwuu)
Don't let the sauce fool you, a no go
Aye
Kicking flavor like Miyagi (yuaah)
So much sauce I'm feeling soggy
Then turn this shit into a damn hobby
Got me feeling like itachi
Hit they ass with the izanagi (it's ova)
They stay throwing salt on the sauce cause Nighas mad they can't stop me
Good Fries, Good Shake, took your bitch out on a date (your bitch)
She wanna taste the secret sauce, like a fat kid love cake (Mmmm)
Can't enough of the drip, shawty caught her a bellyache (Daitis)
Preciate you coming to the good burger baby, have you a nice day

Crazy House this Demented Hills
Turn it it to the club bitch I'm Dolla Bill
Crazy House this Demented Hills
Turn it it to the club bitch I'm Dolla Bill
Crazy House this Demented Hills
Turn it it to the club bitch I'm Dolla Bill
Crazy House this Demented Hills
Turn it it to the club bitch I'm Dolla Bill



Credits
Writer(s): Shunvon Cole, Tarron Daniels
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