Devils Night 2

[Intro]
DamJonboi
Big SB, you hear me?
Gang
What up D?
Aye T fuck these niggas
It's up there

[Verse 1: DamjonBoi]
Niggas talking down on gang, get his life took
Get his wife fucked, heard you out here with your ice tucked
I ain’t never had shit for real that's why I like to brag
In the set by myself with twenty in a Nike bag
Nigga don't ask me ’bout to no hoes 'cause I'ma hoe you
On some real I'm up a hunnid' I can show you
Nigga look at the D the wrong way somebody gon' blow you
I could tell you boys ain't stacking, let me show you
Got a phone call, I heard them boys want war
It's gonna be kinda easy, all them niggas poor
Fell in love with chop strapped the drum on that bitch
Big crib with a Mercedes parked in front of that bitch

[Verse 2: FMB Dz]
Hold on, who these niggas said they speaking on?
Get ’em peter rolled, in the coupe with my wife beater on
Bitches hitting the phone negging me that jit won’t leave me alone
You looking for a loan, I got work bitch I could put you on
You looking for some bow's, pull yourself bitch I might drop a load
Brody from the zone, I was born and raised off Plymouth road
Doing bitches bold, you fuck with who? I heard that nigga told
You ain’t never slid, rapping bout she you ain't never did

[Verse 3: Rio Da Young OG]
I'm in Detroit by myself with a forty on me and a .40 on me
Bet a nigga won't take nothing from me
A nigga tried to rob me then he died, story over
6.2 super charged motor extra blower on it
Aye Jonboi lace me up I need a beat pack
Pop a nigga while he rapping we gon’ keep that as a beat tag
Car cost eighty racks ain't come with shit but a key pad
Drunk a twelve and took a couple 30s went to sleep fast
I'm a Flint nigga but I'm certified on the East Side
And the West Side, thirty hanging out the TEC-9
You be kissing all yo' hoes in the mouth, I don't respect mine
You ain't caught a body yet and I just caught a nigga slipping it's the seventh time

[Verse 4: Eastside Reup]
I'm in the zone with all killers wish you would try me
I run the mob, niggas look at me like John Gotti
What's in my bag? Bitch I got like 20 bands probably
This dog neat but I keep all of my rolls sloppy
I'm lowkey off in this rental, let your hoe top me
Don't play about this cheese, nigga I want all the brocoli
I'm in my bag, heavy pressed, can't let a nigga stop me
I turn around for fast money now the feds watching
'Bout a hundred in this room when its me and Ri
Add another two when you add Jonboi and D
I switched my style up five times, niggas still copy
Add five lines in this pop this shit gon have me knocking