Demon Mode
Nardo Wick
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(Trademark) Ain't got to turn on demon mode, that shit be automatic Ain't got to tell her, "Take 'em, off," that shit be automatic See this lil' cube on the back, it make it automatic Nigga ain't teach me to be real, that shit was automatic Gave her what's under my belly, now, she love me Walk in the building, now, all the pretty bitches tug me Her hair got caught on my chain when she tried to hug me Found out I hit his ho, he see me and he mug me Every time I see the camera, throw the gang up We some dogs and got on chains, but, they can't tame us Every time that one corner get hit up, they blame us We like a record label, make a nigga famous Say he a lame, yeah, okay lames still pussy I'm like, "Bro, why the f*ck you keep lookin'?" Ayy, man, this beat can have that whole crowd duckin' The clip got somethin' in it, pull it 'til it's nothin' It got hoes in the telly, racks in the duffle Choppers in the Sprinter Van bust a nigga bubble They say I'm all alone, I see they in a group But, this lil' cube on the back'll break up a nigga huddle What's the play? (What's the play?) What's the word? (What's the word) You say they over there (over there) F*ck it, go and swerve We really get into it (bang) We really do it We livin' what we rappin', we not just makin' music Pull up thirty deep, but, I'm by myself "Nardo, what you mean?" I got like twenty-nine shells Hopped out patty cake, that mean I hopped out clappin' shit Hopped out Will Smith, that mean I hopped out smackin' shit And I keep that pipe, I feel like Pookie, nigga I'm so icy, boy, I feel like Gucci, nigga I make yo' block hot, I think I'm Tunechi, nigga My lil' badass, I feel like Boosie, nigga She got the nerve to pop a Perc' before I f*ck her Put yo' phone in the safe then we can cuddle We can f*ck a thousand times, still ain't a couple Or take you shoppin' 'cause I'm havin', I ain't no sucker Just like I left the barber shop, I'm comin' trim Pull over, give you wood, yeah, I'm one of them Blam 'em in the mall, yeah, one of them Peon, pussy boy, can't call me one of them Pull up in what you run on in the 'Burbs Threat who? Come again, say what? Lil' nigga got some nerves "Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang" That because of words "Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang" Got what he deserve Pull up Trackhawk, farm in my hood, lot of horses in 'em She like a gun range Know that 'ussy good, I keep bustin' in it Like a toothpick, stick to his teeth like it's somethin' in it Pointin' fingers, move it back and forth until you hear it clickin' Ain't got to turn on demon mode, that shit be automatic Ain't got to tell her, "Take 'em, off," that shit be automatic See this lil' cube on the back, it make it automatic Nigga ain't teach me to be real, that shit was automatic
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