Lyrics Demons (feat. Jc & Jondo) - Dmoney Ent.

I'm down bad till I cop me a milli
Down bad, yeah I don't got no feelings
AR with the clip it's extended
FN with the clips to go get you
All my niggas sending shots with the pistol
All these bad bitches, yeah I don't miss em'
I'm going hard for the fam, go get it
Hundred thou in LA that's the mission

I'm down bad till I cop me a milli
Down bad, yeah I don't got no feelings
AR with the clip it's extended
FN with the clips to go get you
All my niggas sending shots with the pistol
All these bad bitches, yeah I don't miss em'
I'm going hard for the fam, go get it
Hundred thou in LA that's the mission

(Yeah, yeah)
I got bad bitches all in my section
Tight jeans, with the booty injections
Fall back cuz I carry the Wesson
Hop out, make em' teach you a lesson

I ain't gotta M yet
Keep work yet
Trap house doin' them numbers
I ain't got no friends
Use no banks
Shoebox full of them hunnits

Red bottoms dripping blood, nigga
Look like I walked all over the body
Change a bitch in two dates
New bae, nigga and I made it a hobby

Free my dawg, he went back for a robbery
I was drivin' he was sitting the shotty
We was hitting niggas up, in the truck
I just pray, he don't tell anybody

AI, cuz I got all the answers
He want smoke so we giving em' cancer
All black bitch I look like a panther
Dirty Glock, it belong in the hamper

Young bull, he don't know how to box
Put you in a box, yeah
No trace, erase your face closed casket
Make sure your family can't see in the box, yeah

I'm down bad till I cop me a milli
Down bad, yeah I don't got no feelings
AR with the clip it's extended
FN with the clips to go get you
All my niggas sending shots with the pistol
All these bad bitches, yeah I don't miss em'
I'm going hard for the fam, go get it
Hundred thou in LA that's the mission

I'm down bad till I cop me a milli
Down bad, yeah I don't got no feelings
AR with the clip it's extended
FN with the clips to go get you
All my niggas sending shots with the pistol
All these bad bitches, yeah I don't miss em'
I'm going hard for the fam, go get it
Hundred thou in LA that's the mission

I been dubbin all these thots
I don't want no more
I ain't worried bout the opps
I don't got no more
I was moving that work on the block living poor
Young bummy nigga posted up by the store

(Grrt Pow)

All my niggas is shootas
Headshot, give that nigga a tumor
Foreign whips, we don't mess with the uber
Call up Polvo just to set up the hookah

Shoot like I'm Winslow
Right through the window
We gon get that boy gone nigga
We was living that life
And gripping on pipes
Before we started making songs nigga

But you niggas ain't built like that
I was in the field like that
Grippin' on the steel like that
You can get killed like that
How you squeal like that?
Jondo too real for that

I'm down bad till I cop me a milli
Down bad, yeah I don't got no feelings
AR with the clip it's extended
FN with the clips to go get you
All my niggas sending shots with the pistol
All these bad bitches, yeah I don't miss em'
I'm going hard for the fam, go get it
Hundred thou in LA that's the mission

I'm down bad till I cop me a milli
Down bad, yeah I don't got no feelings
AR with the clip it's extended
FN with the clips to go get you
All my niggas sending shots with the pistol
All these bad bitches, yeah I don't miss em'
I'm going hard for the fam, go get it
Hundred thou in LA that's the mission