Demon

I got fifty-two shots in this Glock, bet a nigga won't let up (woo) XD, youngin totin' Beretta (red dot) Rufflin' feathers (don't get shot) I leave 'em deader I got your bitch suckin' on my treasure I woo for the floss, yeah, we do it better I got the hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm a blue devil One dead in Neiman, scannin', it's readin' Perc' head, I'm geekin', shit turn me to a demon Bad bitch named RiRi, nice, but treeshy She want me to breed her, I'm like, "Nah, bitch, you sneaky" Damn, hundred round drum on me no reload BAPE on my cape, no hero VVS cold, Subzero Off the molly, getting lost like Nemo Steal bike, pull off like Deebo Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code, uh Yeah, insurance, no Geico, uh Swim in the pussy, feel like Michael, uh I do not fuck with disciples, uh I could put that shit on the bible, uh Big ass rifle, Eiffel, uh Tower shit, no Eiffel, uh Huh, my gun a football player, I load that bitch, it tackle ya, uh Bad bitch on my dick, she wanna fuck for free, hmm I got the clout, cash, cash, so she be fuckin' on me, uh Look, vacuum ho, way that she suckin' on me, uh, yeah Pretty life, but these bitches be so ugly, uh, yeah My paint is so wet, it's so clean, put some soap in it I'll make you lean, but you ain't drinkin' no Fanta Walk off the scene with a sawed off with no handle (woah) Gucci my seam and my pocket got four 'nanas Okay, she give me the pussy, I float in it Okay, she do not like root beer, got Coke in it (woah) Okay, her skin is so smooth 'cause she lotion it Grra-kada-boom, lil' bitch, I'm totin' it (grra) B.B. on me so I felt like I'm Santana Only thing Burberry probably my bandana Audemar P., so I cannot damn stand it How I feel 'bout them Xans same way I feel 'bout a ham sandwich Fuck them girls together, make 'em just can-can it Them girls was nasty, enjoyed every damn minute Ball on a portable court with the sand in it Everything clear in the port when I land in it I got fifty-two shots in this Glock, bet a nigga won't let up (woo) XD, youngin totin' Beretta (red dot) Rufflin' feathers (don't get shot) I leave 'em deader I got your bitch suckin' on my treasure I woo for the floss, yeah, we do it better I got the hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm a blue devil (ayy!) One dead in Neiman, scannin', it's readin' Perc' head, I'm geekin', shit turn me to a demon Bad bitch named RiRi, nice, but treeshy She want me to breed her (huh), I'm like, "Nah, bitch, you sneaky" "Is that the wrong hole?!" No it isn't bitch you trippin', yuh Bitch I'm Post Malone with that dick, yes that extension, yuh Ho just hit my line, asked if my rap name is 'X-tension', yuh No, its XXX, you will catch my dick in your mentions, yuh Grind on my cock, Tony Hawk, mmh, yuh, ayy Hide my dick and hit the female prison servin' cock, ayy This dick costs a band so if you touch you will be shot This dick costs a band so if you touch you will be shot, ayy