Lyrics
I was looking at you and you was looking at me
And we was thinking
Woo woo woo woo woo hoo hoo
Go Demarcus
Go Demarcus
Go Demarcus
Go Demarcus
Aye Aye
Yeah
Feeling like Demarcus aye
Pop a band
Then I pop a xan
Fuck around with the beat call me poppa man
I'm fully on it, counting full of hundreds
Getting hella money and a lot of abundance I feel like
Go Demarcus
Go Demarcus aye
Go Demarcus
Go Demarcus aye
Go Demarcus
Go Demarcus aye
Go Demarcus aye aye
Keep my toolie in my pocket for a **** to get smoke
That **** he a goofy fuck with me and he'll get soaked
Took a hit of my demon almost made me choke
Sike I'm just kidding man that bar was just a hoax
Big clear rocks, Diamonds on my shoulder
Iced out platinum watch heavy like a boulder
I put em' in the freezer so they can get colder
And then I took them out and I was smiling like the Joker
I told your girl to come over, ride on the sleigh
But I changed my mind so I just wanted brain
She took off her pants and she smelled like Chick-Fil-A
I told her never mind because I think today is Sunday
I pull up with the AK, treat a **** like Harambe
I pull off in my Audi when you pull off in a Hyundai
I shoot a bullet out my barrel, hit you in your vertebrate
Leave that **** paralyzed and now he Stephen H aye
I'm really saying bullshit, to you it might sound fire
He pop out with a .40, I'll just pop out with my fryer
He pop out with a .30, I'll just pop out with a sniper
He pop out with a rocket, I'll just call up on Messiah
I'm starting a new wave coming straight from Carolina
And if you don't fuck with it I'll stab you in the vagina
Pop a band
Then I pop a xan
Fuck around with the beat call me poppa man
I'm fully on it, counting full of hundreds
Getting hella money and a lot of abundance I feel like
Go Demarcus
Go Demarcus aye
Go Demarcus
Go Demarcus aye
Go Demarcus
Go Demarcus aye
Go Demarcus aye aye
Who is this? Kamikaze
Skrt off in Bugatti's
Picked up a bitch, her name was Molly
She gave brain, no Kowalski
Big rugger on my hip leave your condition critical
Leave his eye lazy now he look like Forest Whitaker
That's a played out bar but it's appealing to the listener
I just shot a white **** and I think his name was Christopher
What the fuck was that? I don't even know
But I know this .40 will strip a **** from his soul
I'm Sandman, I leave body filled up with coal
That **** was Hispanic but I don't speak Espanol
I'm Demarcus, dancing like Demarcus
I'm that man, I'm feeling like Demarcus aye
Feeling like Demarcus aye
Demarcus aye
Written by: Larry Jones, demarcus smith
