Super Demons

[Chorus: Lil Dotz]
We're tryna be superstars
Still gotta crash on them like bumper cars (Crash that)
Rise up the G Lock, let it blaze at them (5ive Music)
Now you gotta bury your friend

[Verse 1: Lil Dotz]
Broski was a superstar with his hand ting
Jump out, left man plankin' (Grrr, baow)
When I pulled up, had them man skankin'
Free K-Kid, that’s Mr. No Rampin' (Free him up)
I’m up late with bisheads, in the T, givin' yola thankings
I swear them man neeks
Don’t want beef so the sweets here just might clamp ‘em (Nah, grrr)
Spin through Grove like Franklin
You know anythin' blue man’s dampin' (Man, damp that)
While the other side just keep campin'
Oh, I guess it’s not safe for them (Ha)
We got corn that’ll change your friend
I been out till late with blades and skengs ('Til late)
Next day, hit stage with Fred
Still in the trap, I ain’t made it yet (Nah, nah)

[Verse 2: Broadday]
Hand thing with a whistle I done it before (Shh)
You know I ain't missin' (Nah)
Armed and ready jump outta' the steady
You know I'mma' pitch him (Bow)
I pop a bottle, I spotted a model
To gun or to pull back the throttle (Bin that)
Remember the day when Culprit died
I sat in my cell and I chuckled (Haha)

[Pre-Chorus: Broadday]
Got sent back to the cage
Should've been shuttin' down the Wireless stage (Pissed)
Feds on my ass trynna' open the case
I can't be livin' off of minimum wage (Nah)
Pull up in QC, slap my mash
Leave the hand ting just ringin' (Bow)
The way that Ceemizz lost his life
That was a brutal killin' (Yuck)

[Chorus: Lil Dotz]
We're tryna be superstars
Still gotta crash on them like bumper cars (Crash that)
Rise up the G Lock, let it blaze at them (Grrr, grrr, grrr)
Now you gotta' bury your friend

[Verse 3: Broadday]
Recalled, 'cah a big man snitchin' (Pussy)
I made most of my opps turned victims (Dickhead)
And my HRB's stay with it (Bow)
G17's, no kitchens (Rrrr)
Had YB's bitch, she suckin' my dick
Locking the guns for the clique
If your talkin' bout shootings, or stabbings (Yeah)
Put me at the top of the list (Bow)

[Verse 4: Lil Dotz]
World War 3 when I step with my rrrr (Rrrr)
Everyone best lay down
No, this ain't no stray-stray bine on kids
Best run when I dump out the playground (Grra, grra)
You might bring a scopes, don't matter the dots
Or B1 might bring the Tre Pound (Rrrr)
All hell break loose, discharge and spray round
Just know gang don't play round (Brrr, brrr)

[Verse 5: Broadday]
Made RO run out my playground
Reckz got hit wit' a Tre Pound
Goose got hit with a .32, Gucc got bun with a nina (Ouch)
Wallahi I would've shot Soraya (Dumb bitch)
But Suspect begged me to leave her (Why?)
Gave V1 most of my ZK (Pissed)
I wish that I dug that deeper (Argh)
I wish that I dug that deeper (Argh)

[Pre-Chorus: Broadday]
Got sent back to the cage
Should've been shuttin' down the Wireless stage (Pissed)
Feds on my ass trynna' open the case
I can't be livin' off of minimum wage (Nah)
Pull up in QC, slap my mash
Leave the hand ting just ringin' (Bow)
The way that Ceemizz lost his life
That was a brutal killin' (Yuck)

[Chorus: Lil Dotz]
We're tryna be superstars
Still gotta crash on them like bumper cars (Crash that)
Rise up the G Lock, let it blaze at them (Grrr, grrr, grrr)
Now you gotta bury your friend

[Outro]
Yeah, we could be superstars
We been rather wreckin' cars
What is at stake?
What is at stake for us?
Kickin' off power mirrors
Yeah, we could be superstars
We been rather wreckin' cars
What is at stake for us?
Kickin' off power mirrors