Demon lyrics

[Chorus]
We just left Neimans, b*tch we some demons (Next)
Talkin' bout money been 6666, b*tch I just lean in (Aye)
I put some Tris’ in my cup (Tris'), I put some wock in it too (Phew)
I pour a deuce in it too (Ha), b*tch, this a foreign, this a duece (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
We ridin', we slidin’, we whip out (f*ck all 'em up)
I put some trust in my cup (Tris')
I put my trust in my drugs (Yeah)
Comme Des Garçon on the cuff (CDG)
OTG scar, that sh*t buss (Argh)
Cartier frames got the buffs on it (Yeah), I can't even see, I don't even buss on it
I take a Perc' get to percin' it, get in that sh*t and start workin' it
Throwin’ some bread, watch it twerkin’ it (Woah)
Red in my cup, like some burgundy