Devils ft. FROZO Lyrics

It's all about the money there ain't shit here els to talk about

I be on the block with my goblins and we gunna spark em out

And I'm sick of them cappin', if they don't got it then why they actin'

Money I'm grabbing and bad bitches I'm smashin'

I'm just a demon that be surrounded by devils

Holdin' the heater I guess that I'm a bad fella

And they didn't see me coming with these bars that I be spittin' hard

This come from the heart and the box you know that I'm taking off

Call my shot like babe ruth, take your bitch by day two

He fucked up off that petty shit, he really tried to go save a bitch

But don't you know these bitches for the streets and shit(Yah Facts)

It's all about my squad and my money I get bags (Yah)

I'm keep on running this shit up and that's on Dre (Yah)

Always staying sturdy gotta stay up in your lane (Yah)

Gotta bust a stain and shit you know I'm doing it

I been whipping stoshys ever sense a little shity jit

You not on that type of time and we already know that

We could really spin the block and give your ass a toe tag

I just had to get that shit up off my chest

Bitch I'm always with the shits so don't try to come press

And I know these goofys plotting on me

They wanna see me fuckin' fall and lose all off my money

We ain't sugar coating shit we been on the brick

I been flipping it, fuck it they still hitting it

And they need some more their vanes is tingling

Fuck what you want, fuck what you heard

I be getting money, you be chilling with the birds

Srt i'm swervin' demons, devil on me

I think I need a preacher, this shit get lonely when you shitting money

I got duffles on me SOG I know I'm chosen

Duke and Frozo flowing, fuck with me and pick your poison

Outside posted with are holsters

Yeah I know I'm the coldest, I got a chip on my shoulder

I fuck and leave when it's over

I can't do this when I'm sober

Percy I'm like 30 deep balinci rocking louie v

What the fuck you doing trying me

I need you god, the devil trying me

I ain't slipping I'm the one sliding down on the opps what the fuck you thought

Ain't no rest for the wicked

I ain't got no time I'm getting down to bussines

On my mind, all I got is millions

Free my guys out the pen they doing calendars

So while they gone I'm counting up and when they out

I'm be making sure that they counting up