One-shot at your bean
One-shot at your spleen
Whatchu been drinking blood looking like lean
She diggin' my style I rock Louis V
My bands run a mile and come back to me
Only blue faces I've been racking up
I'm a funny nigga now my money's up
We don't play around yea we shoot for fun
We gon clap him up, We gon pack him up
Your boy a clown, he a loser
Cut him out like a tumor
We spray at opps bust maneuvers
Don't fuck with gang cuz we shooters
We gon send him up, We gon send him up
Not to heaven, he gon go to Mars
Body floating all up in the stars
And I ain't talking dancing with the stars
Moncler for the coat
Put some diamonds on her throat
Cartiers I see clear when I put it on she froze
Sho and Plaga do the most
Catch me and Greasy in a Ghost
Waving semi-autos at your dome
We move in silence that's the code
Swerving the X6
She like all this flex shit
My diamonds be dancing
I just made your rent shit
I forgot to mention
I just made your pension
I got the bitch limping
She thought we was finished
Turn your hoe to a believer
She said she like the way I treat her
She want Chanel for the sneakers
But bitch a treesh she a eater
Fucked her friend in a Beemer
Blow em down like Katrina
Oh that's your mans, he a fan
Bape hoodie from Japan
I'm singer baby but I'll catch a body
Hollow tips it gon leave him sloppy
I got hands catch me in the lobby
30 bands one pocket
In my hands all hunnids
Flooded wrist, Big diamonds
Oh that's your bitch, Then why she smiling
Eat her pussy yea you know I'm wildin'
I'm a Demon
Your bitch feening
She want Celine uh-huhh
Get on em knees uh-huhh
Wanna know what time it is
Its Deemon Time bitch
So pardon my drip
It ain't from out here yea yea