deamons lyrics

[Chorus: Izaya]
I remember when n*ggas tried to steal this flow
n*ggas wan’ beef on the gram, can't text my phone
I ran up some money, and they kept f*ckin' up my Cartier's
No I ain't rapping if it ain't some dough
She loving the Ecstasy, she snorting the coke
Supporting my grey hound, they got the know
And my white boy, he got some mo'
You ridin' with me, you clutch and you blow
I sent my lil' b*tch, to go to the store
You still in the mix, lets drop on the lo'
Am I coming too quick, these n*ggas [?]
Yeah I got this on my side and I got my n*ggas they ready to ride, just needed the room
I hit that boy with that f*ckin' stunner
And I hit up my b*tch when she a lil horny
I can't chill with yo' click, 'cause they a lil corny
Can't chill with yo' b*tch, 'cause she a lil horny
Can't let no more fake n*ggas in the door
You know I hate n*ggas, like a [?]
If you lose my chain, n*gga I go off
[?] hang with n*ggas, [?]
I remember when n*ggas tried to steal this flow (Yeah)
n*ggas wan’ beef on the gram, can't text my phone
I remember when n*ggas tried to steal this flow (Yeah)
n*ggas wan’ beef on the gram, (Yeah) can't text my phone
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
[Bridge: Izaya Tij & Arcadia]
Woah
Bands and mothaf*ckin' grams on the table
n*ggas wanna be my mans, not able (Yeah)
n*ggas tryna play that, reaper take 'em

[Verse: Arcadia]
Ride in the mothaf*ckin' tonka
I got the pounds in the bunker
Choppa on me, like thunder
All black b*tch, like donda
b*tch I go crazy like monster
b*tch I go crazy like monster
I'm going up like Osama
Choppa get hot like a sauna
Don't want smoke, he don't want steam
f*ck that b*tch until she scream
Talkin' that sh*t, get popped like a bean
Smoking on gas, that blue tree
Aye, come get you b*tch back
Aye, come get you cat back
Sexual, not the Hellcat
Yeah, all my n*ggas demons, they on the loose
Why you lying, b*tch just tell the truth
I'm in the army, b*tch I'm with the troops
Shot him with a Hellcat, I made him- (Pew, pew)
[Chorus: Izaya Tij]
I remember when n*ggas tried to steal this flow
n*ggas wan’ beef on the gram, can't text my phone
I ran up some money, and they kept f*ckin' up my Cartier's
No I ain't rapping if it ain't some dough
She loving the Ecstasy, she snorting the coke
Supporting my grey hound, they got the know
And my white boy, he got some mo'
You ridin' with me, you clutch and you blow
I sent my lil' b*tch, to go to the store
You still in the mix, lets drop on the lo'
Am I coming too quick, these n*ggas [?]
Yeah I got this on my side and I got my n*ggas they ready to ride, just needed the room
I hit that boy with that f*ckin' stunner
And I hit up my b*tch when she a lil horny
I can't chill with yo' click, 'cause they a lil corny
Can't chill with yo' b*tch, 'cause she a lil horny
Can't let no more fake n*ggas in the door
You know I hate n*ggas, like a [?]
If you lose my chain, n*gga I go off
[?] hang with n*ggas, [?]
I remember when n*ggas tried to steal this flow (Yeah)
n*ggas wan’ beef on the gram, can't text my phone
I remember when n*ggas tried to steal this flow (Yeah)
n*ggas wan’ beef on the gram, (Yeah) can't text my phone
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
[Outro: Izaya Tiji & Arcadia]
Yeah
I left these lil' grams on the table
n*ggas wanna be my mans, not able (Yeah)
n*ggas tryna play that, reaper take 'em (Yeah)
You know I get high as f*ck