Wit Demons/FPS Russia

[Chorus]
Cut a bitch off, I don't need a thot
Swear to God, I don't need a thot
Cut off my plug 'cause we bleeding Wock
Call my doctor don't need no shots
F-N-X switch, I don't need a Glock
We get money, bitch, we get high
All the drugs, I'm like, we could die
All this shit for a reason
All this shit for a reason, why
Young Lunchbox, so strategic
Young Lunchbox, I'm strategic, ha
You ain't fuck with me neither
Why the fuck would you leave me? Why?
Its okay, I'm with demons
Its okay, I'm with demons, ha

[Verse]
Tell that bitch I don't need you
If I love you, I feed you
If it's one thing I could teach you
It's that no one believe you
Tell the opps we gon' greet you
Got the chop we gon' reach you
Call my bro he gon', uh
Spin that block like a DVD
Tussin', like the old days sipping tussin', bitch
My brodie FPS Russia
Think about that ‘fore you rush-in, bitch
Took this shit up now they hushing
Took this shit up now they hushing, bitch
Fuckin that hoe 'cause she lusty
My bitch she fly not no dusty bitch

[Chorus]
Cut a bitch off, I don't need a thot
Swear to God, I don't need a thot
Cut off my plug 'cause we bleeding Wock
Call my doctor don't need no shots
F-N-X switch, I don't need a Glock
We get money bitch, we get high
All the drugs I'm like we could die
All this shit for a reason
All this shit for a reason, why
Young Lunchbox, so strategic
Young Lunchbox, I'm strategic, ha
You ain't fuck with me neither
Why the fuck would you leave me? Why?
Its okay, I'm with demons
Its okay, I'm with demons, ha