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Demond

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Pop out, at the night time, it's a night out
Life feelin' like baseball, I'm ready to strike out
You talkin' too much shit, bitch, you need to just pipe down
I pull up with my brothers, and my brothers, they don't mess around

We just smoked a blunt, 4 AM at the playground
Niggas out here talkin' behind my back, but, you won't say it now
Soon as I hear the beat, I'm gon' lay it down
Soon as he got shot up in his chest, made him spin around

Okay, we spin around, okay, we spin around
He did a little stumble, then they had to go and sit him down
Takin' painkillers, but the pain, it's not killin' now
They shot that boy home up, then they headed straight outta town

Two time cause it's never just one person
Nigga snitched on his homie, then he shot that person
Walkin' in the game, I'll never be a different version
Steppers, we be steppin', it be soundin' like we marchin

We got gas in the air, you can really smell it fartin
Yes, I strapped up on the condom, wasn't spartan
Trojan
Wet a nigga up, we leave him bloody, body soakin

He chattin' why he chattin', I'ma leave him unspoken
Freestyle in the Jeep, you know this shit was not wrote in
You turn into a rat, so we gon' treat you like a rodent
Setting up traps, you get trapped, then it's over

Your soul out your body, but still get ate by the vultures
Leave you there to rot, we sittin' outside your crib just to plot
Soon as you take a  step out your house, you get dropped
Ayo, big dog, check the door, I heard another nigga knock

Actin' silly at the door, then that's gon' get him shot
Bitch, I'm nice, and you not, I'ma spaz any second
Sayin' you gon' kill us, but we do not feel threatened
Hotboxing the car, then my shorty spray the fragrance

If a opp walk to the car, I leave him on the pavement
She put needles in her arm, she fell in love with injection
Wanted me to try it, and I kindly rejected
Got my plate full, and I came back for seconds

Glock 21, knock you out your socks, Sean Taylor
I be with them bears, and I'm not talkin' bout Baylor
Crack open your head while I crack up the equator
On his feet, now he's runnin', got them guns, so we gunnin

It got quiet all of a sudden, boom, boom, boom, boom
He throwin' bullets, Brett Favre, it's Halloween
He got a knife, so like a pumpkin, he carved
The pistol eatin' human beings, and he gon' let your ass starve

But it's okay, you on your journey, and your journey is far
By far, ain't nobody really fuckin' with them
He grab machete, hit your belly, he won't chop off your limb
October, Halloween, then after that, it's November

Chainsaw, hit his legs, now I'm screamin', out timber
Don't really think that you ready, I'm in your dreams
Just like Freddy, no Krueger, she a diva
I'm a dive, don't need a scuba

I'm used to shit, talkers', talkin' shit, leave me alone
Don't ask me what color the phone was
Black was the phone when I'm in my zone
Keep your distance, I done gave you a warning

Or otherwise, you'll end up like them other guys
Otherwise you'll end up like them other guys
To many questions, don't ask me why
You'll float too like Pennywise

Pop out
Oh, they can't wait until we do that
No, they can't wait until we do that
Wait until we pop out

My phone dead, eyes red, I don't care
I don't care, cause I'm still gon' pop out
At the nighttime, it's a night out
All black, it's a blackout

They don't want me to pop out
It's not even night, it's 4 a.m
It's 4 a.m in the morning
But I'm still gon' pop out

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