My demeanor ft. Kés Lyrics

I want your bitch cause her pussy look pinker

Look what I wear nicca this my demeanor

I wanted your bitch as soon as I seen her

Nicca know I don't Fucc with these lames

This is life nicca this ain't no game

You not tough cause you claim what you claim nicca

Fucc what you bang

Don't get mad when your partner switch up and fold

Another nicca down he got rolled up in a pound

Glocc .45 yeah that was the sound

You not gon survive in a gang

Fucc nicca stay in your range

I swear you ain't tough

Just cause your cousin nem bang

He got rolled up in a wood

Get me a puff and I smile like the kool aid man

You don't know the niccas you rap about keep they name out your mouth

Nicca I swear you ain't tough

Craccin your number in front on niccas that bang

Fucc what you claim

Rob me a nicca you know I got me a stain

Going through money I'm letting it rain

Hear how I'm talccing you can hear my pain

Got my choppa I'm letting it sang

Long live tan I'm not insane

Ay

Hop in the coupe

Hop in the coupe

Coupe

Coupe

2 doors 4L

You know how we move

Me and craig like wassup

What you gon do

Hotel with your bitch

You know she the swoop

She want the whole crew

Ima turn up when that mother fucking beat drop

And I'm hot like a tea pot

Fucking your bitch in some mother fucking rebooks

We got the whole team locked

She loving my hair cause that mother fucker curly

Diss on your block and I'm finna get sturdy

You look in that cup and that bitch gon be dirty

My bitch call my phone I think she be worried

I focus on my cake cause these niggas be fake

Pull up with the choppa choppa

We gon shoot em ina brain

You know you a lame nigga stay up in your lane

I'm with the gang gang we gon go out with a bang

Come with the gas like I'm Colorado

Flipping his shit like a mother fucking pot hole

You a hoe you a bitch

Tomatoe tomato

All this pain in my body still stuck in this cyro

Most niggas in the J stuck in that gang life

Yeah yeah

If you gotta choppa show me what that bitch gon sang like

Too many problems going on can't do anything right

Been stuck in the head

Tryna get my brain right

I gave you my last and still went without it

I'm finna blow up you can't even doubt it

He in love hoe

My pockets is fat but your girl ass is fatter

I'm getting that bread beat it up like some batter

I hop on these beats but I'm not a raptor

Balling so hard you can call me a raptor

He run up on me he connect like adapters

These niggas be capping these bitches be flaggin

They say that they gang but whole time they plotting

When it's up then it's stuck the beef we ain't squashing

When it's time to square up yea that nigga he dodging

Yea we kick down the back door them the niggas we robbing

Get down on the floor them niggas is dropping

We take all the loot we get gon quickly

Throwing all money it's raining all 50s

She thought I was playing so I nut on her Titty

We ran the white boy right out of the city

I'm from Tennessee where they drink on the Hennessy

I ain't nut in that bitch helped her go through the pregnancy

Me jer and craig you know we got the chemistry

The nigga kept dissing so we went on a killing spree

Selling this gas and you know it ain't for free

Kept on talking put the beam on his knee

Stretch a nicca out of a 100 something quickly

Free all of my niccas we use to see ona daily

He taxing for gas we call him Uncle Sam

They be like damn Trel how do you know about that

I'm from Jackson southwest part of Tennessee

Niccas know this where all the killings be

Niccas know they not tough without they

Fucking sticc

When it's time to thump them niccas just run

But then they catch them laccing put they body by the sun