paroles de chanson Demon - #12World S1

Liquor Dots on the beat
Everybody wan' talk 'bout
It's Liquor Dot OTB
But nobody's rising
Haha

Everybody wan' talk 'bout

Kings of Drill but nobody's flowin' like this (No)
I'm a veteran and I'm better than any motherfucker
That you wan' put in front of the kid (On gang)
And everybody wan' scream out "Demon"

But ain't nobody rising shit (Come 'ere)
I just put two bags on a .32 (Yeah)
Off this rocket and leave man on his hip (Haha, bow)
Jump out, wheel it, dig, crit, mob ties
No cap, they cap, all they do is talk fibs (On gang)

Ayy, bro, this the life I live (Yeah, yeah)
He try at me and his crib got lit (Boom)
We don't drive-by, just run up and dump on pricks (Boom, boom, skrrt)

Look how we got down - (Ah man)
Look how we got down - (Ah man)
Look how we got down - (Ah man)
Look how we got down - (Ah man)
Too many names I can't mention
Little man got chinged, then put in detention (Mhm)
Big bike, roll up, jump off, I'ma get him (Get him)
Same way YY try stretch him (Yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna hear no more talkin'

I bet you go ride for your bredrin

- Is dead

I wonder who garn' be next (Who?), uh
And all of that verbal

Little man, man, you know I ain't impressed (No)
Still back it, wave it, man stretch (Ayy, get out)
If I catch him then he's dead (Ayy, get out)
They know the S is the best (Yeah)
If I pop out then you're—, uh, uh, uh (Mhm)

Giddy up, giddy up, ah, man, it's amazin' (Ayy, come here)
Two blades in the mains, they ragin' (Ah-ah)
Tell YS, "Catch up and grave him" (Ayy, dig it)
If he's on S, ah, man just blaze it (Ayy, dig it)
Uh, dirty .32, ah, man, it's amazin' (Mhm)
Uh, uh, dirty .32, ah, man, it's a— (Boom)

I was upfront playin' striker

With the long one, got me doin' up tactics (No cap)

We ain't never splashed, now I dump all day (Huh?)
Had to go O and bake with a bad bitch (Yeah)
I was in the field, got me doin' up madness (On gang)
Everyday hooptie, fuckin' with a ratchet (Mhm)
I got packs, we trap, I'm slangin' (On gang)
Fuck rap, no cap, still bangin' (No cap)

You can find me in the 12 side flaggin' (On bro)
Ayy, anything -, man grab it (Get it)
Ayy, anything -, man whack it (Get it), uh

And this long one's fucked (Yeah)
You all better dust and Sancho back it (Ayy, ying it)
And I ain't know nuttin' 'bout lackin' (Ayy, ying it)
I stay with protection, you run up, I'm splashin' (Mhm)
And I just put five on my Queens, bitch
These ain't your usual splashes (Chick, chick, chick, chicks)
Uh, first one loves and hugs (Ugh)
Bitch me up, let me buss on your lashes (Ayy, take it out)
I got thoughts on shanks and mashes

But don't cheat it, payment through mattress (Get fuckin')
Bad one, I'll take and you hack it

Ayy, this ain't your standard racket (No)
And all of my opps dem broke (Yeah)
We put smoke in the boy, can't manage (Pussy)
And the last time we ditched pokes

We had blood along your Nike fabric (Yeah)

You can't war with me, dickhead (No)
If you ain't got rackage (No)
I ain't got racks, don't make a nigga splash it (Splash it)

Huh? Huh? Huh, huh?
Don't make a nigga splash it

Niggas know
I ain't in none of that he say, she say shit
All that fuckin' talkin' stuff, stop
Go put some fuckin' money in your pockets, man
You bum ass niggas
Uh
Niggas know I'm fuckin' back
It's Mr. Morse
It's Mr. Morse
It's Mr. Morse, who did you think?