Demons (feat. Sheff G)

(Great John on the beat, by the way) I got some demons on my back I put my shooters on the map 30 round get him if he lack Drip down, know I spent a pack Big body, same color crack New thottie love to throw it back I just gotta swipe, no app We gon' get these racks, no cap Yeah, savage, uh She gon' shake it for a savage All for the green cash, call it cabbage I'm off the pills, lean, can't balance Yeah, trappin', huh We got the trap doin' backflips Roll up the gas, countin' up the baggage She got a fat ass, I'ma slap it, huh Yeah, shooter gang got 'em shook Step in that kitchen, choppa get you cooked Ayy, flip a nigga like a book Fuck with the gang, souls gettin' took Ayy, bleed it, huh, tell 'em don't speak it Can we fuck and keep it secret? Ayy, reasons, huh, fuck it, I'm leaving Bitches switch up like the seasons I got some demons on my back I put my shooters on the map 30 round get him if he lack Drip down, know I spent a pack Big body, same color crack New thottie love to throw it back I just gotta swipe, no app We gon' get these racks, no cap (look, look) I be chillin' but I be lovin' war, look Sleepy, you know who to call Been on watch since a nigga been kickin' doors, look Used to swing the .44 Heavy traps, we don't carry no .22's We can fight, I don't care if I win or lose Diagnosis, unlucky, look Alone in the dark while I thought of my sickest moves Alone, I was broke, wasn't gettin' money, look Need it, I take it from you Now we get you, pop up all a sudden, look No rest, even on a Sunday Free up the gang, look, huh You know that they watchin' us, huh T2MB be the team All they family and ain't no departing us, huh I got some demons on my back I put my shooters on the map 30 round get him if he lack Drip down, know I spent a pack Big body, same color crack New thottie love to throw it back I just gotta swipe, no app We gon' get these racks, no cap Yeah, savage, look She gon' shake it for a savage All for the green-green, call it cabbage I'm off the pills, lean, can't balance, huh Yeah, trappin', huh We got the trap doin' backflips Roll up the gas, countin' up the baggage She got a fat ass, I'ma slap it, huh Yeah (yeah)