​white devil lyrics

[Intro: yayu]
Slick, slick, slick I don't talk to you cousin
I call up my caddie and I get to clubbin'
I pull from the country and I get to clubbin'
I call up my daddy he'll see you to nothing
My uncle a lawyer I know when you bluffin'
We finna 'em hollows get carved like a pumpkin
That blood get to spillin', you won't see what happened
I get to that chopper like Arnold, quit yapping like

[Verse 1 : Camogod]
Pull up, I'm f*ckin' her back up
She callin' her bestie, I'm f*ckin' her back up
Money got titties, I'm gettin' my racks up
Feel like a fat ass, I'm raisin' my mac up
Call me [?] the Jewish, got a big nose Glock now
Giving you a ride, call a Uber b*tch, hop out
I ain't f*cking with these n*ggas on [?] with the clock out
Shoot him at the club, turn a n*gga into Pac now
Rebound my hip, how I carry the mеtal
I bend her over, shе wearin' stilettos
You callin' the pot black, b*tch you a kettle
She ain't get the man that she wants, so she settle
I got the chop, turn a n*gga retarded
This n*gga [?], all his soldiers departed
I'm on a roll b*tch, don't get me started
I f*ck her, I'm done then she getting discarded
Yeah, I'm getting the shot, I'm letting it pop
She j*rking me off, now she's sucking my c*ck
I'm gonna kill him like he was [?]
If you got the smoke b*tch, I got the smoke too
Air on my Glock out, it got the O2
I need an origami, I'm finna fold you
Not gonna hold you, I already told you
This b*tch is drunk off one set of Soju
Carry that death beam, b*tch I'm not Goku
Lead on my chop and this b*tch finna poke you
You n*ggas zaza, I'm finna smoke you
[Verse 2 : Camogod]
I be in it like a b*tch
I be acting like I don't know nothing, roll up
Shy make him [?], so I be ghost hunting
Pale white b*tch hop in my wraith, I be ghost busting
Hope nothing wrong with this b*tch, oh wait she won't suck it
Poppin' school bus with shawty, call her Miss Frizzy
I be smoking exotic zaza, ain't waxed, you smoking stizzy
And the chopper wheel of fortune, you lucky it leave you dizzy
I'm a demon, I be dodging these b*tches who make it easy

[Verse 3 : yayu]
Think you scraping at my level? You can't even see my footprints
My wolfs pull up, thug it out in red, get you hoodwink
No cross dressing, my dawg stepping
We love metal, the mob stretching
Dead cause messy, we drop seconds, the boss wrecking
Health bar extended my tech talk like AI
We clever bout reception, you receive a digit
Yeah, we playing off that message
Whole squad talking heavy, firefighters, we catch bodies
I don't want your with your thotty but I promise you keep talking sh*t, I'll di*k her down and face f*ck the dude she cheating on you with

[Verse 4 : Camogod]
Bullet in his head like it's gnarly thoughts about suicide
Make sure he ain't breathing, insurance when I put two inside
Make his widow pregnant, she moaned when I put cream inside
And give her hand abortions and repeat the process every night
Running through my thoughts is like a fever dream or hellscape
Honestly you're birth and your parents is what an L makes
Change your tombstone and epitaph to wear an L lace
And I'mma meet you in a minute , I'm posted in front of hell's gates
[Verse 5 : yayu]
Dead wave, we don't prop 'em up boy, this ain't Bernie's
Turn your chick into a body, she gets stretched out on a gurney, do it dirty
Chopping 'em like guillotines, you're worthy put in worth it
Think it's murder when it's wordy, nah sh*t
Boy you basic, you ain't catching bars, you catch something different
Homies dropping lights out the dark, getting stormy with it (Okay)
Midlife crisis, how hard these 40s hit him (b*tch, yeah)
Young insomniac, been making poor decisions