Demon Talk

[Verse 1]
Get to trippin' off that Remy, nigga
Ayy, wanna stop me? Gon' have to kill me, nigga
Tried to make these niggas feel me, nigga
Now he gotta take it up with God when shells empty, nigga
Real shit, nigga, don't call me gang if you won't drill shit
Even back when I was broke, I used to feel rich
I hang with some real slimes with some real Crips
Catch a nigga at a show and we gon' still trip

[Verse 2]
Well nigga, let's up that score up then
Eight years old, I hit that mic and I been goin' in
Felt like my music was goin' up 'cause I ain't score with man
Them niggas shot at me 'bout Shiek, I tried to fold 'em in
Niggas know everybody hate when T.O. bounce out
He was a casualty at war, he shouldn't have popped out
I'm tired of all these niggas rappin' what they not 'bout
Tryna up that thang but he was scared he was gon' get knocked out
These niggas tellin', ask around, we really steppin'
Only God knows who get sent up to heaven
So when I see him again, I guess it's gon' be cool
But I'ma step on niggas face before they put me on the news
Slidin' through Atlanta, 'bout to drop some for my uncle
Tried to run and they still on 'em
Never should have fucked with 'em, damn, I thought I told 'em
Oh, that's them demons comin' 'round that corner
Oh, that's a face shot? Oh shit, let that bass drop
Tired of all these niggas rappin' 'bout these fake opps
Thought he was a bad boy, said he can't stop
Had to hit that nigga up and watch his face drop

[Verse 3]
You wanna talk about the best, well let's get silly, bitch
Two hundred-fifty for that deal, still tryna drill a bitch
And I ain't worried 'bout the real, 'cause they gon' feel this shit
But for you fans that's still confused, just let me say some shit
We the ones that made 'em pop off
Say if he go against the grain, get 'em knocked off
The reason all this shit ending, said it's my fault
Hole-in-one in a opp, nigga, but this not golf
Rémy nice, I had to let go of them Henny nights
If I ain't slid in a minute, don't be feelin' right
Then I get depressed, nigga
Like a rubber band, gang tryna stretch niggas
Someone else sent someone wearin' that vest, nigga?
Got these niggas in they feelings 'cause I left niggas
I upped this Glock with this stock and let it bless niggas
And I ain't trippin' 'cause it was times that I had less, nigga
But I'm up now, they be stuck now
All shooters in that truck now
R.B.E. bussin' 'round my neck, bitch, this bussed down
You and all them sucka niggas with you gon' get gunned down