Night of the Demon ft. S.A.V. Lyrics

Pull up with the stick

Pop then I dip

Yo girl call me up

Now she on my dick

Better call in sick

Home where it's bliss

Grind to the top

Yeh it's where I bring the mob

Rather take a day off then attempt to cram it all together

Got an attitude cuz I am moody like the fuckin weather

Trippin' up on my mental smokin' bodies gut em' for the pleasure

Psycho and I'm manic fuckin panic flowin' at my leisure

Calm like a bomb

Fuck with the god

Feel it in yo spine do ya job I applaud

Ride with the squad, your persona is fraud

Actin like she high class then she slob on my knob

Switch blade slicing up like any competition

Ima get paid tired I don't have a pot to piss in

Boy you bitch made don't give a fuck about opposition

Keep a 9' on my side spittin' when I put the clip in

I ain't missin' two twin ninas in my belt I got em' kissin'

But my guns be bisexual cuz anyone can get it

AR15 shoot like a dream without the beam

But on my left I keep a blade to cause a scene without no heat

Take yo spleen like I'm a Sawyer, leave ya bloody bruised and beat

And when I'm done I'll leave you out to rot, the vultures come and eat ya

Antisocial never wanna get into the club yuh

Shawty hit me up and ask to hang but I don't trust her

Only need my baby, she the Harley to my Joker

Purple green and black ya see it on me that's my color

Never rep a team unless it benefit with dollars

I ain't tryna impress you so fuck off and don't holla

I said my Glock so fucking big I climb the the handle just to cock it

Have my homie pull the trigger while I aim that shit on top

And I got money stacks so big the shit don't fit inside my wallet

I got holes in all my pockets

So much profit I deposit, psyche I lied

I keep all my bread in cash at all times

So many paper cuts from bills I keep Band-Aids inside my ride

And my rhymes they so sick I be coughing okay I lied

Them shits so sick they give you stage 4 cancer and then you die