Demon
[Intro]
Everybody wanna talk about
But nobody's rising

[Chorus]
Everybody wanna talk about kings of drill
But nobody's flowing like this
I'm a veteran and I'm better than any motherfucker that you want to put in front of the kid
And everybody wanna scream out demon
But ain't nobody rising shit
I just put 2 bags on the .32 off this rocket and leave man on his hip

[Verse]
Jump out, wheel it, big crip, mob ties, no cap, they cap
All they do is talk fibs
Ay bro its the life I live
He should at me and his crib got lit
We don't drive by just run up and dump on pricks
Look how we got down (Beep) (Skum?)
Look how we got down (Beep) (ZK?)
Look how we got down (Beep)
Look how we got down (Beep)
Too many names I can mention
Little man got chinged and put in detention
Big back, roll up, jump off, Ima get him
Same way YY try stretch him
I don't wanna hear no more talking
I bet your gonna ride for your bredrin
He's dead
I wonder who gon' be next (Who?)
And all of that verbal
Little man you know I'm ain't impressed
Still back it with it man stretch
If I catch him then he's dead
You know that S is the best
If I pop out then you're
Giddy up, giddy up aw man it's amazing
2 blades in the mains, stay raging
Tell YS catch up and grave him
If he's on S aw man just blaze it
Dirty .32 aw man it's amazing
Dirty .32 aw man it's a-
I was up front playing striker with a long one got me doing up tactics
You ain't ever splashed down down broad day
Had to go O and beak with a bad bitch
I was in the field got me doing up madness everyday Hoopty fucker with a ratchet
I got packs with trap I'm slanging
Fuck rap no caps still banging
You can find me in the 12Side flagging
Anything (bleep) man grab it
Anything (bleep) man whack it
And this long ones fucked you all better dust when Sancho back it
And I don't know nuttin' bout lacking I stay with protection You run up and splash him
And I just put 5 on my Queens
Bitch these ain't your usual splashes
Thoughts on love and hugs
Bitch give me uck and let me buss on your lashes
I got foot stalls, shanks and mashes
Bu-duum jeet it aiming through mattress
Bad {?} can you hack it
This ain't your standard racket
And all of my opps them broke
We put smoke and them boy can't manage
And the last time we dissed Boonks we had blood all on your mac fabric
You can't war with me, dickhead
If you ain't got rackage, I ain't got racks don't make a n**** splash it
Don't make a nigga splash it
[Outro]
Niggass know
I ain't in none of that he say, she say shit
All that fucking talking stuff, stop
Or put some fucking money in your pockets
Lil bum arse niggas
Niggas know I'm fucking back
It's Mr Most-
It's Mr Most-
It's Mr Most-
It's Mr Most Hated