Treachery // Mayday (feat. OCD Kupid)
Yvng Demon
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Know your fucking place, before you get popped in your face Remember on Welcome to Hell, I said back up and give me fucking space Yeah I meant that shit, but I don't think you understand So make like MC Hammer and do the fucking Running Man I swear these little bitches always asking me for favors Look me in my eyes and tell me, do I look like your savior Nah, so f*ck you, f*ck them, and f*ck all of that I'm just tryna do this shit and get by, so get back Now listen I've been steady cooking all these hits up in the kitchen Chopping all my beats up with precision, thats my mission I ain't missin, you're just addicted to bitchin Keep talking all that shit and Imma leave your body twitchin, ah I'm going nonstop, she giving me slop top Swerving down the road while I'm puffing on that zaza Hit 'em with a drive-by, lookin' through my side eye All you motherfuckers need to get up off of my cock Aye, lately it feels like I've been seeing double I fought myself and we had quite a scuffle I'm picking myself right up out of this rubble Now I need a big bag, give me a duffle Ugh, give me a couple minutes, I'm going straight for the finish, I never needed no help in this underground industry business I've been grinding for my spot so long Dropping all these fucking songs, Wait, I'm the pick of the litter, bitch All you fuckers illiterate, I've been done with the little shit Moving on to way bigger shit, got a mission I'm finishing If a pussy wanna start shit, then I'll be ending him, aye I'll send some shots right at your top Blade to your neck and I might just chop Pull up on an opp let it pop, pop, pop Wet a pussy up and I ain't talking WAP, aye Demon done switched up the flow today I'll turn your ass into a cold case Slicing and dicing and swinging like tyson Got 'em screaming mayday Bitch quit with the dissing, ain't here for the backtalk Apollo, I spit like a prophet My shit's like a rocket 'cause it's finna blast off You ain't got a future, I'll slide with my mask off When I slide in the streets F*ck all my opps, you gon' find em deceased I was deep in the jungle surrounded by beasts Sticky trigger finger, it won't wipe when he sneeze, achoo Like dude, motherfucker sit down, watch my moves Damn, you in love with everything I do Stick spitting hadoukens, Ryu They like damn Kupid, how are you Not finna sit back and keep your cool 'Cause I've been doing this shit for a long time And none of these rappers can do nothing new I'll send some shots right at your top Blade to your neck and I might just chop Pull up on an opp let it pop, pop, pop Wet a pussy up and I ain't talking WAP, aye Demon done switched up the flow today I'll turn your ass into a cold case Slicing and dicing and swinging like tyson Got 'em screaming mayday
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