Demon

[Intro]
(Ayy, JK)

[Verse]
Big 'Woods full of Cookie, I just transformed
Never lackin', bro clutchin' on the dance floor
Yeah, chalk a nigga like a blackboard
Yeah, the way my niggas get to trippin', need a passport, ayy
Had a ball with your bitch, now I'm back bored
Boy, don't make me slide down like a van door
Ayy, out here makin' moves like a landlord
Huh, we been punchin' all day, Kids Next Door
Ayy, ayy, huh
Be right back, I got a neck appointment at four
All she wanna do is fuck and play Pandora
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is head, how should I ask for it?
Catch a vibe, catch this nut, alright, time to leave
Put my people through so much, my apologies
Everything I ever did was for the family
Pops, I'm happy that I got to make you proud of me
On my way to them M's, yeah, finally
Y'all niggas actin' like hoes, call 'em Tyler P
Yeah, heard you havin' money problems, sign to me
Off-White hoodie on like it's kinda bleached, ayy
Off-White belt like it's dingy
I'm a whole different nigga when I fuck her off the Henny
I was sleep, she gave me head from the side like a penny
We was punchin' Lyfts, doin' turn-arounds, shit was risky
Sick I cut my headhunter off, bitch too friendly
Fuck around and told the bitch I love her, I'm so silly
Big-ass titties on the ratchet, call it Wendy
Ain't too proud to beg, David Ruffin, please don't tempt me
Nigga, ayy, nigga soft—
Ayy
Y'all think them niggas cut, but they hoes really, ayy, ayy
What you walk around with twenty in your pants for?
Shit, I tried to count fifty, but my hands sore
She say, "I used to fuck with Marc, he a manwhore"
Well, bitch, you shoulda held on, 'cause your man poor
Ooh, she deepthroatin', 'bout to make me do the dashboard
Chillin' in the presidential suite, feel like Al Gore
Huh, drop her right back off on Elmore
When that beam in your face, it ain't camcorder, ayy
Thousand for these ugly shoes, fuck it, I was bored
In the store with two card crackers like a smore
Shit'll never ever be the same like it was before
Y'all niggas on punishment, still ain't off the porch
Your bitch called my Metro, said she want some more
Every day I make it home, gotta thank the Lord
I know niggas want me dead and gone
I could never leave the strap at home
Niggas talk down on they mans to hoes
For some pussy, they'll sell they soul
Lately, I been thinkin' 'bout Rez and Tone
For them bands, blow you like a saxophone, huh
Lost respect for a lot of niggas, ayy
They want me and all my dogs to be in competition
Team full of solid niggas, we is not them niggas
Don't hit me up, 'cause I'm chargin' all you floppin' niggas
Phone on do not disturb, I'm not tryna kick it
Gucci receipt so fuckin' long, look like I got a ticket
Your stingy ass cuffed that bitch, I was just tryna hit it
Yeah, ayy, but I heard she a demon
On the road, I been thinkin'
Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah
Reminiscin', I been fiendin'
You the only one know how to eat it
Motherfuckin' demon
Demon