Demon Talk
(专辑: On My Momma 3: Angels & Demons - 2021)
Get to tripping off that Remy, nigga Ayy, wanna stop me? Gon' have to kill me, nigga Tried to make these niggas feel me, nigga Now he gotta take it up with God when shells empty, nigga Real shit, nigga, don't call me gang if you won't drill shit Even back when I
was broke, I
used to feel rich I
hang with some real slimes with some real Crips Catch a
nigga at a
show and we gon' still trip Well nigga, let's up that score up then Eight years old, I
hit that mic and I
been going in Felt like my music was going up 'cause I
ain't score with man Them niggas shot at me 'bout Shiek, I
tried to fold 'em in Niggas know everybody hate when T.O. bounce out He was a
casualty at war, he shouldn't have popped out I'm tired of all these niggas rapping what they not 'bout Tryna up that thang but he was scared he was gon' get knocked out These niggas telling, ask around, we really stepping Only God knows who get sent up to heaven So when I
see him again, I
guess it's gon' be cool But I'ma step on niggas face before they put me on the
news Sliding through Atlanta, 'bout to drop some for my uncle Tried to run and they still on 'em Never should have fucked with 'em, damn, I
thought I
told 'em Oh, that's them demons coming 'round that corner Oh, that's a
face shot? Oh shit, let that bass drop Tired of all these niggas rapping 'bout these fake opps Thought he was a
bad boy, said he can't stop Had to hit that nigga up and watch his face drop You wanna talk about the
best, well let's get silly, bitch Two hundred-fifty for that deal, still tryna drill a
bitch And I
ain't worried 'bout the
real, 'cause they gon' feel this shit But for you fans that's still confused, just let me say some shit We the
ones that made 'em pop off Say if he go against the
grain, get 'em knocked off The
reason all this shit ending, said it's my fault Hole-in-one in a
opp, nigga, but this not golf Rémy nice, I
had to let go of them Henny nights If I
ain't slid in a
minute, don't be feeling right Then I
get depressed, nigga Like a
rubber band, gang tryna stretch niggas Someone else sent someone wearing that vest, nigga? Got these niggas in they feelings 'cause I
left niggas I
upped this Glock with this stock and let it bless niggas And I
ain't tripping 'cause it was times that I
had less, nigga But I'm up now, they be stuck now All shooters in that truck now R.B.E. bussing 'round my neck, bitch, this bussed down You and all them sucka niggas with you gon' get gunned down