Demon Talk lyrics

[Verse 1]
Get to trippin' off that Remy, n*gga
Ayy, wanna stop me? Gon' have to kill me, n*gga
Tried to make these n*ggas feel me, n*gga
Now he gotta take it up with God when shells empty, n*gga
Real sh*t, n*gga, don't call me gang if you won't drill sh*t
Even back when I was broke, I used to feel rich
I hang with some real slimes with some real Crips
Catch a n*gga at a show and we gon' still trip

[Verse 2]
Well n*gga, let's up that score up then
Eight years old, I hit that mic and I been goin' in
Felt like my music was goin' up 'cause I ain't score with man
Them n*ggas shot at me 'bout Shiek, I tried to fold 'em in
n*ggas 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 n*ggas rappin' what they not 'bout
Tryna up that thang but he was scared he was gon' get knocked out
These n*ggas tellin', ask around, we really steppin'
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 n*ggas face before they put me on the news
Slidin' through Atlanta, 'bout to drop some for my uncle
Tried to run and they still on 'em
Never should have f*cked with 'em, damn, I thought I told 'em
Oh, that's them demons comin' 'round that corner
Oh, that's a face shot? Oh sh*t, let that bass drop
Tired of all these n*ggas rappin' 'bout these fake opps
Thought he was a bad boy, said he can't stop
Had to hit that n*gga up and watch his face drop
[Verse 3]
You wanna talk about the best, well let's get silly, b*tch
Two hundred-fifty for that deal, still tryna drill a b*tch
And I ain't worried 'bout the real, 'cause they gon' feel this sh*t
But for you fans that's still confused, just let me say some sh*t
We the ones that made 'em pop off
Say if he go against the grain, get 'em knocked off
The reason all this sh*t ending, said it's my fault
Hole-in-one in a opp, n*gga, 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 feelin' right
Then I get depressed, n*gga
Like a rubber band, gang tryna stretch n*ggas
Someone else sent someone wearin' that vest, n*gga?
Got these n*ggas in they feelings 'cause I left n*ggas
I upped this Glock with this stock and let it bless n*ggas
And I ain't trippin' 'cause it was times that I had less, n*gga
But I'm up now, they be stuck now
All shooters in that truck now
R.B.E. bussin' 'round my neck, b*tch, this bussed down
You and all them sucka n*ggas with you gon' get gunned down