Demon Flow

(Meech, where's my husband?)
I'm on my demon flow shit
Bag of Trix, go get that

Real money, I stack it high
Real nigga, I never lie
Like a fat nigga orderin' food, I can't fuck with them small fries
New songs for the joy ride
Big crowds make the floor rise
Niggas know that I'm greater than, I move cash, I got more ties
Telegram, I've been makin' plays, new za pack with the different strains
Switch it up, I got different mains, I can put you on to the free game
Toast him up like it's Raising Cane's, I could put you on the platter for some pape
I've been huntin' niggas like an ape
Niggas not sweet, but I want the cake
Tough nigga, I'm ruthless
High speed, I'm reckless (Vroom)
Rack money, niggas jealous
Bot nigga, nigga useless
Countin' money on my checklist
Fed niggas throwin' questions
I'ma have to get aggressive
Demon flow, I'm possessive

Demon, uh
Ayy, who the fuck flowin' like me?
Who the fuck flowin' like me?
Who the fuck flowin' like me?
Many flows in my book, call it Bag of Trix
Niggas on that demon flow shit, ayy
Nothin' but- nothin' but straight heat, straight flamethrower shit



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Writer(s): Daniel Clarke
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