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Demons
by RileyRx
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Look in my eyes you can see I got demons
If I see that you that you got it
Then you getting robbed for no reason
I know a couple niggas been plotting and scheming
I ain't worried I been kicking back leaning
Opps mad we keep on upping the score they won't ever get even
Chase that boy down and his best friend left em both leaking
Niggas just talk on the net
See me in person I bet they ain't speaking
You throwing dirt on my name you must've been tweaking
I call my dawgs we run in yo trap n leave that shit vacant
Been bussing scripts like a patient
I need my money right now I'm getting impatient
Time is money ion got time for wasting
Six shots out the snub nose leave no casing
Do a drill we ain't leaving no traces
For the bros that got booked and fighting them cases
In the traphouse I'm stacking brown faces
Walk up and shoot point blank got blood on my laces
You only do drills when you of them perkys
No remorse when I slide no mercy
When I pull up I drop the whole thirty
Dare a nigga try to murk me
Pretty bitch in the trap got her twerking
No politicking my niggas sliding for certain
Got the drop on your spot we outside lurking
Paramedics gon' pick him up send him straight to a surgeon
He seen the blood on his shirt
Now his stomach is twisting and turning he's nauseous
When I'm in the field I gotta move cautious
I brought my lil nigga onna drill n told em just watch this
You ain't no shooter you ain't ever shot shit
You running yo mouth tryna talk shit you get yo top split
If you diss on my brother I won't hesitate to pull up n drop shit
No second thoughts when I squeeze on the trigger just up it n pop it
I'm stuck in my head tryna look for my mind I think that I lost it
Slide for my bro's right or wrong yea you know how I'm rocking
Heard the opps at the party we bringing the Glock in
Keep your head down as soon as we walk in
I ain't the type to link with a hoe and start pillow talking
If you ain't speaking money I'm switching the topic
Twenty bands bitch I'm counting up profit
Two bands fit that shit in my pocket
Two percs yeah shit got me nodding
Twin hoes and they sucking and slobbing
Pouring up red you sip green like a goblin
Post a pic n they won't quit stalking
Stay on my toes cuz the opps stay watching
Exotic gas and I can't stop coughing
I go to the trap an I clock in
Since a kid I been juggin' and robbing
Me and S.B. were just scoping and plotting
Going crazy cuz I know that he's watching
Look in my eyes you can see I got demons
If I see that you that you got it
Then you getting robbed for no reason
I know a couple niggas been plotting and scheming
I ain't worried I been kicking back leaning
Opps mad we keep on upping the score they won't ever get even
Chase that boy down and his best friend left em both leaking
Niggas just talk on the net
See me in person I bet they ain't speaking
You throwing dirt on my name you must've been tweaking
I call my dawgs we run in yo trap n leave that shit vacant
Been bussing scripts like a patient
I need my money right now I'm getting impatient
Time is money ion got time for wasting
Six shots out the snub nose leave no casing
Do a drill we ain't leaving no traces
For the bros that got booked and fighting them cases
In the traphouse I'm stacking brown faces
Walk up and shoot point blank got blood on my laces
You only do drills when you of them perkys
No remorse when I slide no mercy
When I pull up I drop the whole thirty
Dare a nigga try to murk me
Pretty bitch in the trap got her twerking
No politicking my niggas sliding for certain
Got the drop on your spot we outside lurking
Paramedics gon' pick him up send him straight to a surgeon
He seen the blood on his shirt
Now his stomach is twisting and turning he's nauseous
When I'm in the field I gotta move cautious
I brought my lil nigga onna drill n told em just watch this
You ain't no shooter you ain't ever shot shit
You running yo mouth tryna talk shit you get yo top split
If you diss on my brother I won't hesitate to pull up n drop shit
No second thoughts when I squeeze on the trigger just up it n pop it
I'm stuck in my head tryna look for my mind I think that I lost it
Slide for my bro's right or wrong yea you know how I'm rocking
Heard the opps at the party we bringing the Glock in
Keep your head down as soon as we walk in
I ain't the type to link with a hoe and start pillow talking
If you ain't speaking money I'm switching the topic
Twenty bands bitch I'm counting up profit
Two bands fit that shit in my pocket
Two percs yeah shit got me nodding
Twin hoes and they sucking and slobbing
Pouring up red you sip green like a goblin
Post a pic n they won't quit stalking
Stay on my toes cuz the opps stay watching
Exotic gas and I can't stop coughing
I go to the trap an I clock in
Since a kid I been juggin' and robbing
Me and S.B. were just scoping and plotting
Going crazy cuz I know that he's watching