B4 DEMONFM

[Part I]

[Intro: Bryant Barnes]

(You are now listening to Demon FM)

Baby, I see the world in the high

You're what I need, need you by my side

[Verse]

I ain't asking for a lot but I need some

I'm sorry that I got a problem but I need drugs

Yeah, I'm from the hood, I'm a real thug

If you tell me not to go, then I'm still goin'

There's three sides to every story but I'm on your side

I ain't playin' both teams, I'm on your side

Shout-out to the mob, yeah, the O-five

No matter where you at, I'll take the whole drive

I can give you the world and some

You fucking with these niggas, no, I'm not dumb

Running out of air, I need more lungs

Tell me the definition of love

Tell me the definition of love

Tell me the definition of love

Tattoos on my body, when I'm outside, they already know it's me

It ain't no space between me and you, I need you close to me

And I ain't giving you half of nothin', I'm giving you the whole me

I get lonely by myself, need you to hold me

This a new edition version, not the old me

And I know these groupie niggas tryna post me

I got pistols at my shows, don't get close to me

It's a lot but I let you in with no combination

Know we all gon' come together like a congregation

You can tell that I have my eyes dilated

[Part II]

[Intro]

(You are now listening to Demon FM)

Woo, blatt

[Verse 1]

I got these hoes in the spot, let them walk, what you sayin' to me? (What are you sayin'? Sayin')

Hundred-round drum on the stick, now these niggas ain't playin' with me (Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, brrt, brrt, brrt)

Draco loaded, I ain't playin' (Nah)

See your waist and you got to face it (Huh)

If you show it, I'ma take it (I'll take it)

Heart breaker, I'ma break it (Break it)

In my neighborhood, I'm famous (Oh yeah)

Redhead just like Sheamus (Blatt)

When I don't got no drugs, I'm dangerous (Yeah)

(Yeah, I'm telling you, I'm telling you, telling you, I'm telling you)

[Chorus]

Money, I talk to the dead, huh, money, I talk to the dead, huh

Money, I talk to the dead, huh (Money, I talk to the dead, huh, huh, slatt)

Please don't bring me to the edge (Okay, okay, don't push me)

I'm tryna see what they're sayin' (See what they're sayin')

[Verse 2]

Packs on a stick like controller, huh (Blatt)

Bullets, they spread like a bowler, huh (Blatt, haha)

I put that stick to your colon (Blatt, pause)

I put that stick in your face (I do)

I got to make sure I'm always focused (I am, for sure)

I take my stick on a date, I'm in the back seat like my rollin' (I'm in the back seat)

Drugs on me, I'm rollin' (Blatt, pussy), drugs on me, I'm rollin' (Drugs, yeah)

Bitch, my cup, this potion (Slatt), huh

Beat up the pussy, Hulk Hogan (Beat it up, brrt, beat it up, beat it up)

I'm like, "I'll tell 'em a story," I'm on that young nigga shit like Corey (Blatt, blatt)

I got these hoes in the spot, they fuckin' on me, yeah, they tryna have a orgy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, splat), hey

I got my warden to splat (Yeah), I got my warden to splat (Yeah, yeah)

I just might fuck on your thot (I'm sayin'), huh, I might just fuck on this thot bitch (I might)

I might just fuck on a opp ho (Haha)

I might just fuck on a opp bitch (I might)

She say she love me a lot (No)

Take off your clothes, let me see something (Yeah)

I don't even care, I don't need one (I don't)

Walk in the trap, ain't no refund (Nah)

I take that boy blick, that's a free gun (Yeah, you know what I'm sayin?)

I'm losing my mind, I've been psychic, bitch, I ain't righteous (Bitch, I ain't righteous)

I beat up that shit like Mike Tyson, niggas don't like us (Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up)

You know what I'm sayin'?

[Chorus]

Money, I talk to the dead, huh (Hey), money, I talk to the dead (Money, I talk to the—), huh

Money, I talk to the dead, huh (Money, I talk to the dead, huh, huh, slatt)

Please don't bring me to the edge (Please don't push me)

I'm tryna see what they're sayin' (See what they're sayin')

[Outro]

See what they're sayin' (See what they're sayin')

See what they're sayin' (See what they're sayin')

[Part III]

[Intro]

(This is a YGL exclusive)

Hey, say 'Pollo (I know they see us), hm, take this clean, mm-hmm (On me)

Sippin' this lean, yeah, I got to, run from— (Holiday season)

(You are now listening to Demon Heart Radio)

Hey, say  'Pollo (I know they see us), hm, take this clean, mm-hmm (On me)

Sippin' this lean, yeah, I got to, run from— (Holiday season)

[Verse 1]

Anything that I got, I worked for (Tellin' you), I ain't got to show my head nothin' (I don't)

This bitch talk so much, damn, this ho so restless (Talk that baby)

Everybody around me, I got to check your messages (Woah, check your messages)

Ridin' around with these hot Glocks, no Smith & Wessons (Ridin' around with these hot— huh)

Choppa on me like a punk, huh (Punk)

Leave her up in the trunk, huh (Trunk)

Pay up first, no fronts (No fronts), huh

Black fit, I'm cunt, huh (Yeah)

Walk 'em down, we punk, huh (Hey)

Twenty-thousand on a fit, huh (Hey)

I've been poppin' my shit, huh (I am)

Now a nigga got rich (Huh)

[Chorus]

Take that boy to school like his kid (Yeah, take that boy)

Bitch, I got a pool of these hundreds, do you want it? (Do you want it?)

Huh, spray at the lord (Spray at the lord), huh, spray at the lord (Spray at the lord)

Spray at the drugs (Oh yeah, huh)

Geeked up twenty-four-seven, I be geeked up (Twenty-four-seven, yeah)

Five-star hotel, kickin' down, my feet up (I'm tellin' you, yeah)

Ridin' around in my hot car with my seat up (I'm tellin' you, yeah)

Fuck nigga don't fuck with us, they can't be us (Yeah, I'm tellin' you)

[Verse 2]

Everybody around me, they winnin', they don't even need me (Need me, yeah)

Hoes too easy (Yeah, yeah), broke bitch greasily (Huh, bankroll, bankroll)

Broke bitch need me, huh (Let it go, let it go)

Then go act like she don't need me, huh (No)

Wipe him down, he sneezin', huh (Sneezin')

Slime business like a drill (Yeah)

Yeah, you know I came from hell (Yeah) and that nigga came from fail (You knew it)

First thing I'ma tell my son: "Don't be no tattletale" (Don't be one)

I got in trouble with dope with me (Uh-huh) and I got some dope with me (Uh-huh)

And I got some hoes with me, they serve the bed like a store with me, okay

Huh, I couldn't even feel it in my lungs (Bitch, say red)

I can feel it in the air (Huh)

I've been through some shit my momma don't know about (Don't know)

Twenty-four-seven, we serve that boy like Waffle House (Woah, turn me up)

Chopper, they sing together just like opera house (Chopper, they sing)

Big black trucks in the backyard like we in Obama house (Like, we got them black trucks)

I don't even wanna pop that lil' boy brain, no commas out (Yeah, no commas)

Twenty K for my shit (Huh), twenty K for my bitch (Turn me up)

Twenty K, Eliantte, fuck 'em niggas, go Wafi, kid (Uh-huh)

I don't even need Icebox in here, yeah, they dead dirt (Yeah)

And I got the Uzi with me, that motherfucker work, that motherfucker twerk (Uh-huh)

And I got the Uzi with me, got this [eighteen?] 'cause that Uzi heard (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Take that boy to school like his kid (Yeah, take that boy)

Bitch, I got a pool of these hundreds, do you want it? (Do you want it?)

Huh, spray at the lord (Spray at the lord), huh, spray at the lord (Spray at the lord)

Spray at the drugs (Oh yeah, huh)

Geeked up twenty-four-seven, I be geeked up (Twenty-four-seven, yeah)

Five-star hotel, kickin' down, my feet up (I'm tellin' you, yeah)

Ridin' around in my hot car with my seat up (I'm tellin' you, yeah)

Fuck nigga don't fuck with us, they can't be us (Yeah, I'm tellin' you)

[Part IV]

[Intro]

(You are now listening to Demon FM)

(Damn, Trgc made that?)

Blatt, blatt (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt), blatt, blatt

See what I'm sayin'? See what I'm sayin'?

For real

Say red

[Chorus]

Pill press, uh-huh, Drac' with suppressor, huh (What else?)

Make a nigga hop out the box, nigga, that peer pressure (Brrt, boop-boop-boop-boop)

I don't even want to fuck this ho no more, she so extra (Yeah, she so extra)

He dissed on the dead, then I shot on his head, he ain't know better (He ain't know no better)

I don't even want to wait for it to drop, nigga, I'm a go-getter (Nigga, I'm a go-getter)

She got confused, got her [?]

When I'm outside with the vibes, I ain't takin' no pictures (I ain't takin' no pictures)

If she with me then she fuckin', I only got two systems (Lil' bitch)

[Verse]

Extended clip like Rambo, I ain't never ran out of ammo (I'm not)

Hop out the cut, nigga, camo (Brrt), we send the gun through the metro (We send it)

Now I got money, we still on the same shit, stolen guns and Lambos (Yeah)

Now I got money, we still on the same shit, stolen guns and Lambos (Stolen guns and Lambos)

Cook that boy up like fajita (Huh-huh), [?] (Blatt)

I kick her out, I don't need her (I don't)

Tell that ho, "Follow the leader," huh (Follow the leader)

Outside with the wife beater, huh (Yeah)

I treat Balenci' like beaters, huh

Bought the bitch queen like 'tifah

I fell in love with an eater (I'm tellin' you)

I fell in love with a opp ho

I put that Drac' in her lap, huh (Uh-huh)

I was finessin' at Costco, sending that cargo from map (I'm sendin' it, from map)

I put that boy on a food chain, now he say he don't want to rap (He don't want to rap no more)

I catch you swipin' my new chain, my shooter come in for that, huh (Blatt, blatt)

[Chorus]

Pill press (Pill press), uh-huh, Drac' with suppressor (Huh, what else? Yeah)

Make a nigga hop out the box, nigga, that peer pressure (Brrt, boop-boop-boop-boop, huh)

I don't even want to fuck this ho no more, she so extra (Yeah, she so extra)

He dissed on the dead, then I shot on his head, he ain't know better (He ain't know no better)

I don't even want to wait for it to drop, nigga, I'm a go-getter (Nigga, I'm a go-getter)

She got confused, got her [?]

When I'm outside with the vibes, I ain't takin' no pictures (I ain't takin' no pictures)

If she with me then she fuckin', I only got two systems (I only got two systems, Holiday season)

[Outro]

Now I got money, we still on the same shit, stolen guns and Lambos (We stole that Glock, haha)

Now I got money, we still on the same shit, stolen guns and Lambos (We stole that Glock, haha)

Now I got money, we still on the same shit, stolen guns and Lambos (We stole that Glock, hey, hey, bitch say—)

Now I got money, we still on the same shit, stolen guns and Lambos (We stole that— slatt, slatt, slatt)

Stole that Glock, stole that Glock, stole that Glock

Say red, fuck you talkin' 'bout?

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