DEMON TALK

Stare at the time when i'm raising my rank
And this bitch hit my phone like he wanna be friends with me
Smoking on dank so go stick to yourself
And don't try to bring more bitches to come and bother me
Feel like james bond in this bitch
Try me i bet you gon' flinch
Still on my shit and i'm raising my pitch
If you talk to me shoot boy i know you gon' miss

None of these pussy muthafuckas know me
And ain't gonna fuck with me cause of my sound
Your shit is a joke i'm around all these trenches
I'm demon talking all these niggas are clowns
Everybody steady running from smoke
And then try to go ghost cause they speaking too loud
All of these words on my paper is like an allergic reaction
That's lurking the crowd

Yeah... bitch
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up

Dressed in all black and still breathe
Test me you're headed for grief ah ah

Chasing a crown
I ain't stopping and i'm striving until i'm on top with this style
Talking so foul
Haters stay under me and they try to prove a point and they doubt
All of these rounds
Slide up on him in the night and i point a laser to his mouth
Fuck with me now
Step in his town and that pussy heard it running headed for the dial

This shit is done
Teach em a lesson
Pulses gon' fade
That's my intention
Run up the rank
Get his attention
Past in the grave
Feel like a villian
Fuck with me bitch you gon' die today

"i'll put that pussy in a bodybag..."

Dressed in all black and still breathe
Test me you're headed for grief ah ah