Dëmon tied
Yeat
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(I-I'm) (I-I'm) (I-I'm working on dying) (Bnyx) Hmm Woo-hoo, hmm, woo (hmm) Man, the devil been watching my ties Man, the devil been watching my eyes (woo, look at my chop down, look at my left, ahh) When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown mode I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty five (five) I'm knowing I had a fit (fit), I'm changing the rules like a ref, hah I grab on that bitch like a steel, I just clap on this bitch like a fiend, yeah Pull up on the jet while it land Pull up to LA with a bag, yeah Pull up to New York with a stack (yeah) I just be quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag (yeah) Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar Colored Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I'm pushing this bitch on the blacktop (yeah, yes) I dropped five hundred K, bitch, I tweak, made this shit all in my sleep (swerve) Made it back, two M's, yeah I don't sleep (swerve, swerve) I'm speeding off bitch, yeah you weak (swerve, swerve) I know when the world f*ck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep (swerve) I run up the muhfuckin' M's, I'm touching a M each week I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat I told them to shut the f*ck up, that all of their shit is so weak Pull up and stab on they ass, pull up and pull up the grass, huh I drop a mil' on a tab, but nah, I ain't paying it back, bitch (uh) I promise, lil' bitch, you'll get stabbed, I put it on your fuckin' back I blowin' your bae out, I'm callin' your pap, callin' your dad It's time to collapse, all of my money, all of my swag, I'm takin' it back Shipping them off, shut the f*ck up, I'll show you the trap (I'll show you luh trap) I was just swervin' that daily, was swervin' that muhfuckin' Cat You can pull up to my crib, and you gon' end up dead (bop bop) Man, the devil been watching my ties, man, the devil been watching my eyes When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown mode I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty five (five) I'm knowing I had a fit, I'm changing the rules like a ref, hah I grab on that bitch like a steel, I just clap on this bitch like a fiend, yeah Pull up on the jet while it land Pull up to LA with a bag Pull up to New York with a stack I just be quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar Call up Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I'm pushing this bitch on the blacktop (yeah, yes) I dropped five hundred K, bitch, I tweak, made this shit all in my sleep Made it back, two M's, yeah I don't sleep I'm speeding off bitch, are you weak (I know when the world f*ck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep) (I run up the muhfuckin' M's, I'm touching the M each week) (I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat) (Hmm, hmm) (Hmm)
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