Hi Roller /Demon Time lyrics

[Chorus]
All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo)
My Mexican b*tch treat me like Liberace (yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (Hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's
My b*tches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a condom
No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (hot)
These rappеrs two-faced, it's so bad I could peel it
And see they true colors, I cut еvery finger for all of my bros
I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter (yeah)
If it's for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini

[Verse]
These new n*ggas weenies
The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie
She rub on my groin like there might be a genie
I can't take a bad dressin' b*tch to my mama
I might take the b*tch from the hood to Bahamas
Show her 'bout the world, this b*tch here ain't even my girl (yeah)
Can't no one stop you, you next like the runner-up
n*ggas stay flexin', they b*tch, I'ma look her up
Hook her up, di*k her down, got a new stick
Nine-mil' bullets and thirty rounds, ready to hunt a clown
I been that n*gga since, uh, I can't remember
Since when? Wintertime, man, I remember December
Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender
My b*tch was on set lookin' mighty tender (woo)
So f*ck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth
'Fore I get outta body (yeah), and I knock 'em out
[Chorus]
All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (woo)
My Mexican b*tch treat me like Liberace (yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's
My b*tches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a condom
No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (hot)
These rappers two-faced, it's so bad I could peel it
And see they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs
I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter (yeah)
If it's for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini

[Verse 2]
Knock 'em out
I bought twelve different whips like it's nothin' new
I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue
I drop bombs on a b*tch, I'm not DJ Clue (boom)
My n*ggas bangin' red, it's the way of life (brrt)
We buyin' guns like it's illegal, on the ninth
f*ckin' my Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice (go)
I took a whole lotta slander from f*ck n*ggas, broke n*ggas
f*ck all of that, I'm the prototype
[Pre-Chorus]
Hook her up, di*k her down, got a new stick
Nine-mil' bullets and thirty rounds, ready to hunt a clown
I been that n*gga since, uh, I can't remember
Since when? Wintertime, man, I remember December
Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender
My b*tch was on set lookin' mighty tender (woo)
So f*ck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth
'Fore I get outta body (yeah), and I knock 'em out

[Chorus]
All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 hotty (woo)
My Mexican b*tch treat me like Liberace (yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's
My b*tches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a counter
No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (hot)
These rappers two-faced, it's so bad I could peel it
And see they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs
I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter (yeah)
If it's for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini
[Outro: Lil Yachty & Draft Day]
These new n*ggas weenies
The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie
She rub on my groin like there might be a genie
I can't take a bad dressin' b*tch to my mama
I might take the b*tch from the hood to Bahamas
Show her 'bout the world, this b*tch here ain't even my girl (yeah)