Demon Mode

[LOVSIQ]
A lotta people talk a lot a lotta people envy me
A lotta people talk to cops a lotta people finicky
A lotta times I had to pop cause I don’t got no empathy
A lotta people hate me guess I got a lotta enemies
U want some smoke I gotta a lotta that
Bih we tote poles we don’t do battle rap
He talk on me then imma handle that
This demon in me yeah bitch imma channel that
That boy was talking on my brother now he end up dead
That’s not my problem you speak on his head then that boy yo head
I got my family w me I don’t do no friends
Yo feelings hurt easily then bitch I’m tryna offend
Lights out Night night it’s time to go to sleep uh
Vegetarian lil bitch boy u don’t want no beef uh
I don’t need no fuckin gun yo ass gonna get beat up
I’m hungry for millions u in my way then imma eat cha
I’m solo dolo buck back imma hold down the fort
If the police asking questions fuck it I don’t even know
But Its Q Yeah he funny fuck that I’m in demon mode
Cause these hollow tips up in this clip will steal yo fuckin soul

A lotta people talk a lot a lotta people envy me
A lotta people talk to cops a lotta people finicky
A lotta times I had to pop cause I don’t got no empathy
A lotta people hate me guess I got a lotta enemies

U want some smoke I gotta a lotta that
Bih we tote poles we don’t do battle rap
He talk on me then imma handle that
This demon in me yeah bitch imma channel that

[Witchouse40k]
Bullet to your capillary, I been causing cavities
I’m never signing nothin cuz these pussy cannot handle me
40k and Q up in your motherfucking attic beams
I come up from the gutter, keep a heater case he mad at me//
.40 in the truck
I ain’t need it bish I knuckle up
My baby keep the blade up on her side she giving tummy tucks
Forty in dis bish
Keep it on me, what the fuck is up
A glizzy on my dick now
She cock it im about to bust
Fitty in the clip now
He step up; leave em in the run
You ain’t shootin nothing, pussy rappers takin out the toungues
I ain’t ever dyin, if they try me shootin out they lungs
And I ain’t ever trust no muhfucker, bish we 51/50//
Pull up yo city with the gang we getting busy
Witchy got your biddy smokin thrax pack with me
Bitch Im nitty gritty, you ain’t ever gonna get me
Gonna get me, if I pullup on em; takin all they billys
If you in my lobby imma mufuckin run up
Forty out the coffin , always walkin with a gun up
Hand up in your pocket im about to hit the come up
Imma take a rapper chain and leave they body in the gutter

Bitch I keep them Glocks up
If he talkin down on me that pussy gettin mopped up
Hit em wita Scar im gonna kill em like Mufasa
Smoking on that opposition feelin like a Rasta
Blech